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Snoozing to the buzz
of insects and roar of waves
I, here in the dunes.
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by Scooj
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Snoozing to the buzz
of insects and roar of waves
I, here in the dunes.
.
by Scooj
Intoxicated
by your seductive perfume
I’m drawn to my fate.
by Scooj
In their millions
reminiscent of ash spewed
from a volcano.
by Scooj
Hanging out to dry,
ugly guzzling grubbers will
transform and amaze.
by Scooj
Not so fast matey
a thousand legs is quite some
overestimate.
by Scooj
In loft apartments,
a gift from former tenants;
perfect hexagons
by Scooj
On Cornish heather,
still only for a moment;
captured in rapture.
by Scooj
Synchronicity;
warm, humid weather triggers
a mass ant ascent.
by Scooj
I do believe in
fairies; I have seen many.
They watch over me.
by Scooj
Solitary bee
navigating to and fro;
busy nestbuilding.
by Scooj