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Cradled in the forests
Evergreen
The trees and the tender vines
For the nature’s basket
Produce prime
Stunted growth
In the urban confines
Smog and smoke
A breath of sigh
Burdened shoulders
The trees and tender vines
Sustenance
They pray
gently i descend the heavens,
on a feathery whiff
silky mane fluttering.

approaching planet
deep blue
or, is it
some shade of grey?

landed on
umm... helipad?

i fill my lungs
with the air perfumed
Β Β cough cough
-- maybe not.

so much for
mama' s tall tales!

kicking a hoof,
leap i go
into the nearest forest
or, whatever is left of it.
many dappled shadows
played on the forest's floor
as light winds did blow
Tangerine May 4
π‘”π“π‘œπ“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π‘’π“‚π’·π‘’π“‡π“ˆ
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒢𝒸𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 π‘œπ’» π’·π“Šπ“‡π“ƒπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“Œπ‘œπ‘œπ’Ή
𝒢𝓃 π‘œπ“Œπ“ π’½π‘œπ‘œπ“‰π“ˆ
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒢𝓃 π“ˆπ“‚π’Ύπ“π‘’π“ˆ
π’Έπ‘œπ“ƒπ“‰π‘’π“ƒπ“‰
Grace Mar 2
Why
Why is it
That when I see
any
other
girl
I think, β€œoh! She’s so pretty!”

Why is it
I describe
Other people’s eyes
As
oceans
forests
streams
But mine are just ***** dishwater?

Why is it
I must change my hair
Damage it
Color it
In order for it to make me happy?

Why is it
That I am
my own
worst
critic?
I believe everyone is beautiful, why can’t I believe it about myself?
Iggy Chuck Feb 1
We were two distinct lands divided by light
in my forests slept a cold penumbra
in your savannahs shone the blazing sun.
Melody Aug 2019
It’s an absence
Of our entire essence;

Lost I have been among these woods;
My bare feet drum a path of your presence;

Leaves sitting among the branches
Their colorful array of moods.

Murmur a wind from a depth
I’ve once glimpsed behind these trees

For a buried world’s shoulders
Awaken an embrace for my soul;

It’s always been here, hasn’t it?
Always sneeking behind,
Waiting for the day,
I dare.. to turn around.

For in the end, there’s rebirth.
Thank you for reading.
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