Being Human

Rubber scrapes the soil

orchestrating a path

with feet.

Watching tread copyright nature

with a flawed melody,

a percussion of leaves crunches beneath,

touching gales with a verse of words-

before the chorus fades.

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◄ The Thought

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Hannnah

Fri 21st Feb 2020 16:20

Thank you mona s!

mona s

Wed 19th Feb 2020 04:26

Love the play of sounds and words

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