amongst luscious green
rotten fruit falls on it's own
let it go, in peace
How does it work?
Love the image. So profound in such little space.
More stories from rhe and writers in Poets and other communities.
just let the time pass she will do as she pleases breathe in, out, again
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Love the image. So profound in such little space.