The morning air was thick: stifling and hot;
The few fair-weather flies floated sick, atop.
And the tetrarch-tall trees - gigantic gums - gave
Jagged shade, tiger stripes
on my skin they made,
natural ink!
I, became one-with-nature,
romantic?
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 9:07 PM UTC
The morning air was thick: stifling and hot;
The few fair-weather flies floated sick, atop.
And the tetrarch-tall trees - gigantic gums - gave
Jagged shade, tiger stripes
on my skin they made,
natural ink!
I, became one-with-nature,
romantic?
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