My brown skin
Your eyes, green
We make a living Tree
A Grounded Spree
Oh! but it seems like
The Universe forgot to
Water us again
Mistimed Perfection
Are we dying?
In a Senescent Harmony
Until the Universe
Comes back to us?
I will hold onto
The Clumsy Leaves
Will you, hold on to
The Wholesome Tree?
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2024 01:20
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Great one.
Thanks 😊
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