A fairy blows high, wind offering promiscuity
Speckled spots of sap linger on my once shiny car
Dust settles then sticks not travelling far
A Revolving to or fro of minimalistic travelling
Tiny mildewy creatures living on the rubber edge
Clouds darken, heavy and low, rain falls
Washing away the pressing of an old red leaf
Blue as the colour of Princess Diana’s ring.
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