More in the moment,
less in introspectiveand ambitious life,
unlike man,
believing ,
breathing
in itself is life
and despite
the unreachable leafy peak ,
dropping behind the silvery track
of its slime of patience,
the snail
creeps up
the sequoia,
to reach for it,
that keeps it
busy as anything and joyful. It just
wants to travel a little up, wanting
a better view of life.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-03-14 at 02:48
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