knowing death (Remove filter)
faln (10/16/2023)
i wish the forests
could take me back
puln deep:
neath the shake of
the leaf
and ire
of the rhime
fed way
while my bones turn to rest
and my soul to the deep,
knowing spores
from death to the winds
carried high to the rains
falling
again and again
again and again
again and again;
Monday 16th October 2023 8:46 am
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