Single-stranded trees are branded in the spring, Thick, black-beaded branches hold lively birds, sound softly when they sing. The sun setting in early spring.
Cotton-candy clouds of simple-threaded beads. Loose, soft-matted pillows hold sleepy evenings after a long day of rain. The sun setting in early spring.
It doesn’ t feel like February.
EARLY SPRING by Luke Lindsey
WILD by Luke Lindsey
The harsh seasons of the mind are bare seasons of the Earth, Like feet that walk in circles, Paths crossing time and time.
Human and nature coincide like a mother and her child Attempting complexity, When inside, you are simply wild.
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