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SKY THROUGH LEAVES
The sun's light spills through a fractured glass of green,
of gold and yellow, pink, and white—
a stained pattern of the breathing world.
And then, beyond this fragile frame,
blue, blue, endless blue,
a silent and untroubled sea.
Thursday 7th August 2025 7:13 am
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