Jan 2017
Soft water falls
and hits the leaves
moving me
like the forces
each drop used to be,
wet recycled energy
that cleaved
stone formations
so slowly.
and hits the leaves
moving me
like the forces
each drop used to be,
wet recycled energy
that cleaved
stone formations
so slowly.
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)
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