Nov 2019
i sit here
beneath my dying tree
the east wind
blows
leaves and flowers
blossom
petals play like
fairies on
east wind's
shoulders.
beneath my dying tree
the east wind
blows
leaves and flowers
blossom
petals play like
fairies on
east wind's
shoulders.
(20/Non-binary/California)
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