It’s
as if on some days
The Trees want to dive underground
Right where they stand
To cuddle their own roots
Like a mother holding her newborn
The Trees want to dive underground
Right where they stand
To cuddle their own roots
Like a mother holding her newborn
For
the first time.
If I were to smell what you smell
My nostrils would choke on
One of your Anemoi.
If NASA created a perfume,
Let us all smell like Outer Space.
If I were to smell what you smell
My nostrils would choke on
One of your Anemoi.
If NASA created a perfume,
Let us all smell like Outer Space.
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