Word Vomit Challenge 2018: 250118

Use LRT tracks as shelter, where the

underside is always dry, a canopy for your

wonder from above and recording stares

in the number of raindrops on tarmac. If

we disappear it still joins the sky, daring

foliage to return being greater than civilization,

and the red chairs of coffeeshops bloom with creepers

creeping and growing and enticing symbiosis since only

we had the chance to marry our creations. A Koel changes

a song to one that no one can imitate but no one is present

either, so it cranes a neck towards summer showers – Towards

the shadows cast from stone Gods that record and

narrate the passing eons in the day; Sundials to the

awe of the living.


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