There had always been the salamanders in the rain’s fold.
Sun orange.
Only to come out in the rain…or, so, I am told.
A shine to the cosmos, more challenging in the fields of gray.
The only disconnect between the marsh, so palatable?
An anchored piece of lonely road.
Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine? They called it paradise, I don’t know why You call some place paradise, kiss it goodbye!
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