A WORLD within
A MIND L
eaves gently fall
Tickling my cheeks, Grazing my hands, Embracing my bare feet. Each reflects the internal –the veins– As a glimpse of Humanity. Each reflects the external –the branches– As a glimpse of Nature.
Waters stretch in every visible direction, So much so that I cannot see Where they end and where my thoughts begin. Behind me rests A single, ancient Tree Which feels warm beneath my damp palms. It has the pulse, After us, after all.
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