One morning I heard
Your soft whisper: a rustle
Among decaying leaves.
When I touched your hardened bark
Darkened by the ages,
I felt your roots untangled
beneath my calloused feet.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
One morning I heard
Your soft whisper: a rustle
Among decaying leaves.
When I touched your hardened bark
Darkened by the ages,
I felt your roots untangled
beneath my calloused feet.
August 18th
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