revolving door
continuously
new clients

        
May park
smell of mint
behind a beautiful couple

        
in the morning
a thunder far away
in a swoosh of rain

       
I am waking up
pigeons on the roof
are still cooing

            
a new picture of mine
the same was the look
of my father's eyes

    
heat wave
from one flower to another
a bee

        
quiet night
a window slightly opened
a swoosh of the city

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