I wonder which was more painless?
The failing,
trying to grasp our precious leaf
against the strongest winds
pulling it away.
Or the way you stood grounded,
watching,
letting go something
that you created.
-that's you, you're the tree.
YOU ARE READING
Tattooed Thoughts
PoetryThis is a poetry collection of all my thoughts that have been imprinted into my mind like a tattoo, though the colour of some memories may have faded over time, these were drawn to never leave me. I hope you all enjoy my first poetry book and if you...
