
Darkened by light the leaves breathe…
These Wet silhouettes—
Green and photosynthetic, still
But they wait for the night
They prefer to be indistinct—
Inconspicuous and secure in the unlit
A curated cellar of musings.
Darkened by light the leaves breathe…
These Wet silhouettes—
Green and photosynthetic, still
But they wait for the night
They prefer to be indistinct—
Inconspicuous and secure in the unlit