POST SCRIPT
Crickets fall
from my ears.
A Vivaldi free-fall
on broken wings.
Relief trembles
on Autumn’s crescendo,
while in silence,
Summer weeps.
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Pursuing Parallels
POST SCRIPT
Crickets fall
from my ears.
A Vivaldi free-fall
on broken wings.
Relief trembles
on Autumn’s crescendo,
while in silence,
Summer weeps.
