Lesson 11
“It was like getting a love letter from a tree.”Nature’s sweetest music is the wind.
We breathe it,
and then we sing.
We are
each of us
Poetry.
We are each branches
of some towering conifer
stretching out to infinity.
Our arms, the leaves.
This is the life I crafted
after years of wanting,
after years of wasting,
and only now realizing
it is a life I had from the beginning.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-07-31 at 09:23
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