golden tree caramelized leaves burnt, but still smells sweet so sweet that my cavities tingle your stubborn roots make it hard for you to mingle no estás pensando claramente, tu corazón es en la mesa despeje tu mente en tu biblioteca you are made of sacred geometry there's quartz in your veins you sniff sage when you are sad, burn palo santo when it rains you can never forget that manifest it yourself you don't need this physical reality; it makes you feel like someone else channel all that good energy that you create with material things meditate and reflect that is your medicine
first poem i'm publishing here! if you like it (or even if you don't) some feedback would really be appreciated! thanks guys!!!