walking
dazed by the noise of my noisy mind
I forget -
there always is a silent background
Of squirrels
climbing in spirals
Of water,
slow
down a cliff
Of roots
embracing the earth
How is it,
that one wants Forever?
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
walking
dazed by the noise of my noisy mind
I forget -
there always is a silent background
Of squirrels
climbing in spirals
Of water,
slow
down a cliff
Of roots
embracing the earth
How is it,
that one wants Forever?
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