
the trees have long since popped
their soft confetti trails
mingled with the dirt
trodden brown
no longer pink
tiny tissue papers dropped in a quarry
and I think
why do I worry?
the trees have long since popped
their soft confetti trails
mingled with the dirt
trodden brown
no longer pink
tiny tissue papers dropped in a quarry
and I think
why do I worry?
loved this! your voice is good 🙂
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Thank you so much! ☺️
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