A supposed psychic pulled the sun in my reading of the future.
They told me that they were getting clear images of us; glowing and radiant.
Images of us with plants... I think I see it too.
Bonded, like two vines reaching out of the cracks of life towards sunshine.
When I see you, I see us
kissing out in nature on a path to nowhere.
I have visions—
Let's see them through.
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Collected Poems: Vol. I
PoesíaThis is the debut collection of poems by poet Sasha Lynn Wallace. Volume I explores and dissects their personal experiences regarding: love, joy, spirituality, heartbreak, & trauma. Poems from 2018-2023
