Leaning towards the sun
I long to grasp and contain its light and
Embed it within so that the growth
I desire
Is unrecognizable even to me.Why is it so hard to breath?
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Tangents
PoetryIt's some kind of literary form. Quote me: k.t. Sometimes explaining something does not give it meaning, but leaves it without purpose.
As Angels Sing
Leaning towards the sun
I long to grasp and contain its light and
Embed it within so that the growth
I desire
Is unrecognizable even to me.Why is it so hard to breath?