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Poem: Tangled

Tangled Inside the foliage a new stalk grows and twists around the fold of each arm You touch me with your spring, embrace me with your summer We rub together, winding in the wood When you leave it is winter’s sun setting too early Bring back your spring to me. Let us lie again inContinueContinue reading “Poem: Tangled”