Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.
The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading
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