NaPoWriMo # 48
Drought
In a tree with
three branches,
heaven unwinds
its sea,
placid and
without islands.
A group of
country houses
is renewed
at the same time
as dust of
ghost. A chameleon
shivers all
night like a gush of
underground
water. An almond
is the plain,
a fire of souls.
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