In my day of youth the rock and the tree were potent. Part me. My strong eye saw where we twined. I practice their nature, they mine. Smiling with the boulders in the apple orchard.
Reason for writing:
What is this? Is this poetry? I begin hearing these things
and then they dump. I feel good after but I don't know
what I've done.
Birth sign: Not entered
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