Jul 2014
Here, In the brightening forest,
only the fleeting stars can see me
The newborn air I breathe
bathes me in safety and I
Bloom, forget, and
ebb into meditation.
oh look
a deer;
maybe if i'm quiet
only the fleeting stars can see me
The newborn air I breathe
bathes me in safety and I
Bloom, forget, and
ebb into meditation.
oh look
a deer;
maybe if i'm quiet
