In Una Serata

Rattling on as
light falls.
The clouds explode.

Shudders echo
in the chest
with skipping beats.

Time races the
dying horizon and
silhouette trees.

Echoing pulse,
shivering like
the passing sky.

Rattling on as
light falls.
The clouds explode.

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