Xela Roofs

Roof-top in Xela

I smell powdered sugar and butter, warm buttered, frying dough.
Caramelized sugar. Roof greens drinking sun.

Hot sun, warm hearts, friendship.
Sinews show themselves, of the inner life.
Raw and asking,
A petition
For clarity and connection. 

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