A rock in
garden, looking for
plants to kiss
but being
locked to uncaring clays and
sick, little orange bugs
A rock in
garden, looking for
plants to kiss
but being
locked to uncaring clays and
sick, little orange bugs
Death, Depression, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by clinock on March 16, 2017 - 2:55 am
rock needs to be boulder…
#2 by Carl on March 16, 2017 - 4:58 am
That is awfully solid, John!