little treelings
bouncing beyond
the glass barricade
suffocating me
in this feast of
banality
Watch as they
orbit their
miniature
existences,
dependent on the
eternal buoyancy
of the dreams
made of twigs
& freedom
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hanging, held,
ReplyDeletethese chestnut orbs
pepper our window,
showing which way it is windy.