Hopping from cloud, I'm plonked into air,
with my friends, a descent serenades.
🔵 "Drip-drop" they yell, in crescents we fall.
Solitary kisses with rustling leaves;
little secrets shared as sorrows weave.
Upon window pleasure, splat goes my toots,
sliding, splitting - to puddle apex moot.
What are tales of groundfold?
The sunnyside can stay listed, beside plain edges of sprout stories unto.