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With my headlights ahead,
and the crunch of gravel
under my tires,
fireflies dance across
the endless fields
as the sun sits low
under soft shaving cream clouds.
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I love the image of “under soft shaving cream clouds”! I really enjoyed this whole poem!
Thanks.💜
beautiful sketch of a summer moment, I see the scene so clearly. The gravel under tires is a great detail.
Thanks.💜