Saturday, 1 November 2025
Terpsichore
The sky thunders in celebration streaking lightning invites to a rain dance.. Tiny drops full of mirthful pitter-patter race to radiate added touch-ups.. The breeze goes wild in an impromptu Terpsichore... Swinging constant partners for who can resist its flow.. A coy Nature struts in lush splashes of color.. Refreshingly flushed and dewy... Driving myriad hearts astray.. The sea goes into a tizzy.. For the clouds have changed its wardrobe to varying shades of grays..
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