Coloured skins of Men
somersault and rejoice
in the dryer's tepid breeze
after sloughing sweats and sins
in the whirlpool of forgivers.
Cemented face of her
shatter, moisten and bloom
in her returned lover's breath
after dissolving rocks of hate
in silent streams of salt.
Vagabond mind of his
rehouse, repose and charge
in the cigar's soothing air
after quenching rage and grief
in wells of malted hops.
Greenish daughters of earth
lighten, refresh and smile
in the August's gentle wind
after freeing dust and sand
in ales of squeezed clouds.
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An artistic and colourful description of what is, after all, a mundane activity. You've brought it to life, Pradeep. Some interesting phrases used, too... Love, Fran xx