the names of the trees (by deav)
Rio, Set 2005
(?)
storms on the way
i’m scared of the rain
seasons delayed
spring in a frame
i wish i could have
the ear that can hear
whispers in the wind
a reservoir of feelings
inside me
i wonder what it would be
if i could tell the names of the trees
time on the way
i’m in between
life in delay
wait to begin (not what it seems)
i wish i could have
the good eye that sees
flowers in the seams
visions crave for meaning
inside me
i wonder what it would be
if i could tell the names of the trees
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