Clones in the Arboretum by Tom Shields

Aug 2022

Trickle, the freshest water
falls
sweet, cold, teardrops
fresh from the pale pedals
fever-kissed by the dew
never know a gentler mist
painless, this frost
fell

write
please read and enjoy

Written by

Tom Shields 28/M/Texas

(28/M/Texas)

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