Velvet beneath
where water blurs concrete
enveloping
from feet up
head-to-toe in sky's embrace
even that fragrance
fills your being
Clap, laugh
twirl,
dance with these drops
No cold
only joy, bare skin on asphalt
the music of the storm
There is no thievery here. This house is [Linderel]'s puppet account that she uses for advertising purposes, which also involves posting her work. At ease, sir or madam patroller.
