Innocence Persists Beyond My Wake
In my dreams
I am small
Flowers budding
Behind deaf ears
When I leave you
Inevitable in its longing
I wish to be
A grain of sand
In your hurricane
A leaf in your jungle
Hiding ripe fruit
Red as my tongue
Beneath low fronds.
Copyright © Gia Chesshir | Year Posted 2023
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