Spiritual Tree
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Spiritual Tree

A Dream of Dying

At the end of life, letting go

Photo by Joe Beck on Unsplash

I dream of dying.
A wooden bridge, descending,
at the end, nothing.

Rain soaked beams tilt high.
I slide, gripping handrails,
climbing hazy skies.

My world, falling down.
I tumble over nailed planks.
Fog’s abyss, below.

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Planting Seeds of Spirituality — To spread Peace of mind, Positivity and Happiness through Spiritual Connections

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CMad Poet

A blue collar prose poet, who hopes to describe some truth with encrypted lines for you to digest in fun bite sized stories.

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