Mar 10, 2022
1 min read
POETRY
Gods Changing Leaves
Free verse
in attempt to fix the colours,
I inhaled them off the branch
stained deep in bronchi
but tripped and fell at the site
of gods changing shape
in a treasure pile of leaves
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