yearning (Remove filter)
Itchy
each night I sleep
entwined in the comfortable branches
of a mossy oak
by day I play
among the lissom saplings
and wonder
how far I might still bend
Tuesday 16th April 2013 5:57 pm
yearning (Remove filter)
each night I sleep
entwined in the comfortable branches
of a mossy oak
by day I play
among the lissom saplings
and wonder
how far I might still bend
Tuesday 16th April 2013 5:57 pm
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