the tree was twisted. its branches were coiled like the tendrils of the octopus. the leaves were gold and silver. flickering against the moonlight. the land was red, the moon was bright and gleaming. touching my face with its radiance. i stood under the tree and listened to the rustling when a leaf fell atop my hand. it said, 'make a wish'.
YOU ARE READING
my mind, my body and other planets of the universe
Poetrythinking and dreaming isn't a curse if people think so let them
