When the air, thick
as a towel, wraps around
just-washed hair
When the wind makes
myths you don’t
want to follow
When the days
drop their quota
of dailiness
and you want
every thought
to be a cleaver
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yet some cherish the dailyness of days, brush their hair in open air and allow the thoughts to concert
bold quiet,as the wind that hurls takes them away …….