Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

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got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.