resting my feet
wiggle my toes through the hot rubber of my borrowed boots
take a quick swig of cool water
while talking with mom about interesting recipes we need to try
crafts we should do when we both have the time
connecting on a creative level that makes us both smile
the sun moves away from us
the trees cover our heads
my fingers soon turn cold
but my heart is warm
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Poetry Book 2
Poésiejust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
