Category : Poems

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Black.. your magic mushrooms fade
growing in the shade
I am falling down somehow
I can hear no sound now
Twisted feather falls below
Up above the shrieking crow
Swaying in the treetops
I can feel the greencrops
Of grass under my fingertips
And.. pressing them to my lips
Waiting till the stars float over
Breathing so deeply
The Scent and Feel of The Earth