- 08/22/20 -
i walk with cedars after the rain:
listening as they cry softly over my head,
watching as they treasure the sky's residual tears
and let them hang suspended,
cradled like stars.
the earth sighs, too.
the sky breathes troubled.
and we call it a mimicry
of our sweet human conditions.
beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you! <3
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