Autumn leaves
But not her leaves
Where she lies
Perennial
Beneath the ribs
She roots her trees
Deeper than the skies
And deeper yet
And deeper still
Than the living chains
Of freedom
Perched upon the windowsill
Her eyes tow wings
Whose whispers sing
The name of her reverie
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Autumn leaves
But not her leaves
Where she lies
Perennial
Beneath the ribs
She roots her trees
Deeper than the skies
And deeper yet
And deeper still
Than the living chains
Of freedom
Perched upon the windowsill
Her eyes tow wings
Whose whispers sing
The name of her reverie
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