
Beneath your weighty boughs
and those grains of time you pile
as though you have something to save
I wait for you
holding the mountains of your creation
the outer layers adding density to the inner
Continue reading at Not Tomatoes

Beneath your weighty boughs
and those grains of time you pile
as though you have something to save
I wait for you
holding the mountains of your creation
the outer layers adding density to the inner
Continue reading at Not Tomatoes
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Thank you for sharing, Sue ❤
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My pleasure, Alethea ❤
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