Trees wrestle each other as the wind whooshes by.
A swoosh and a swish.
They clap their leaves together. The sun says good bye.
Turning off like a light switch.
YOU ARE READING
Identity I
PoetryA sequence of poems I made throughout the years. Just something to read when you're bored (I recommend "TIME" and "LOVE POEM?"). If you're looking for emotional, try "SLOUGH" or "ENDS MEAT."
