Take me to
A quiet place
With earth under
our backs,
Cradled in a forest glade
There we will point
out the little things we see,
and all of nature's commodities,
and acknowledge
the things we have yet to understand.
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Poetry'do you suppose she's a wildflower?' // a collection of scream, free verse and generally loud poetry from a quiet girl.
