Ivy grows in no set pattern.
Thick tendrils claw at the earth, the trees; blindly they climb whatever’s near.
Upturned leaves reach out
Searching desperately for just a little bit of warmth;
I guess in that way we are the same
Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 3:34 AM UTC
Ivy grows in no set pattern.
Thick tendrils claw at the earth, the trees; blindly they climb whatever’s near.
Upturned leaves reach out
Searching desperately for just a little bit of warmth;
I guess in that way we are the same
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