Green Skies at Dusk | LA Felleman - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Green Skies at Dusk | LA Felleman

could we move somewhere,
where homes sustain rooms,
walls retain bricks,
trees never twist,
roofs rarely lift?
is there some place left,
where air does not hook,
clouds seldom shred,
soil remains grounded,
as heat heightens wind?

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