Purple Breeze by Haider Catan

at ash season rustling of fronds in my chest could be a smidgen from the last dream, a smoky breeze, a friendly ghost, behind blazing hills dashing along, accelerating, such an unbridled horse, carrying scent from far north, the bushes of purple i know, budding, topping pores up with their cardamom.

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