A bed of grass
Where softly I,
sunken into being lie.
A regal night,
A passing star.
My mind to be its passenger.
Like a tree,
Without a stem,
In this moment here I am.
And as the time
Remains its course,
A moment's all I ever was.
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Author:
YannickM (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2025 07:04
- Category: Nature
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