Being SmallA Poem by thepoisonpennature is the greatest anti-depressantI climbed inside of the hill instead of climbing over it I took root there and now spend the minutes with my face to the sky reveling in the simplicity of my dirt sitting room and birdsong and breezes I don't wait or want the rain just comes © 2010 thepoisonpen |
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