Branches crisscross the wet
And catch their breath.
In their maze
No monster waits
In their gaze
No slur, no praise
Branches crisscross the air
I, too, watch them there.
the next time I see you
I guess I'm at that stage where I'm telling random people that my mom died. As I was checking in my luggage at the airport, the de...
2 comments:
That was beautiful.
I loved it. I hope to see some more. :)
Thanks, Dr. Dolly :).
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