The Tree of Life
In the centre of the valley of death
Grows the tree of life.
The bones that feed the roots,
Spread its branches
Upwards to touch a fishbone sky.
Awakening is opening an umbrella.
Just as it starts to rain.
Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2020
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