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by Maple Tree Sep 27, 2021
Nature, environment /
I've grown seasoned
to the fact that
lumber replaces my
spinal column, splinters
lodge within fingernails
and other places not worth
mentioning.I am surly a tree –
only true conversations
can be had within our circle,
sipping sap during a breezy
afternoon of sunshine
while mother moon tickles our soul
at sundown.These leaves of mine have toasted,
falling feverishly to the ground, leaving
my twiggy bald head, exposed.Beauty comes from within
As the dying tree stands alone.
by Lost star
Truely wonderful phrasing, I really like this write.
Or maybe the tree isn’t dying, it’s just the season <3
by Maple Tree