I come to a standstill.
My form schools like a class of krill.
The girth of my trunk is the depth of my will.
Rooted and yet my limbs sway free.
My skintone rich as Lazenby
For I am the seed of an extinct tree.
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THE IMPROMPTU MANIFEST.
Poésie" SPARK!" Poems Of Utter Spontaneity. The Raw and Unfiltered Emotion Of Living Life Without Cuffs and With Your Heart On Your Sleeve. The Pushing Of Intuition Into The Everyday World. Let It Flow. Let It Flow. And Let Words Spark Life To LIFE.
