StrayBray Jaramillo

A Ray

I turned to nature's bed
To rest my graying head

The leaves fell then snow
Covered me head to toe

I awoke and found
Shooting from my ground

Like a branch from a tree
A ray poking out from me

  • Author: Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2017 12:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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