Heaven Lays Down Its Fingers

The summer haar

Has made giant fingernails erupt

Turn like slow death through the clouds

Hovering in power just above the ground

The wind turbines are lost

Just the god-like tips turn and turn again

Such peace and rhythm

Amid Warmth

despite the drizzle dying

out.

Haar-mist.

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