A leaves goodbye
Catastrophe, no I'm not bitter
The wind caresses my margins
Children tickle my cold veins
I float to the terrain
For Oak Kin to thrive
I say crisply
I'm charcoal
Goodbye
Time
Copyright © Sabrina Millicent | Year Posted 2023
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