Walking with
the wind
and I
was watching
trees
not leaves
not life
but barren
twisted reaching
limbs
woodpecker ripe
promises of
another day
that never
was
Walking with
the wind
and I
was watching
trees
not leaves
not life
but barren
twisted reaching
limbs
woodpecker ripe
promises of
another day
that never
was
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