"treeed" poems
Lucky me now,
Dark days behind.
Luck luck luck luck
Rip visceral death.
Saved by gods as they do,
Worship if you want.
They do not care.
Atheist you science.
Sunlight moon rain,
Cold shadow chill.
Shrug hug talk,
Growth, trees, treeed
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 7:13 PM UTC