Water pushes slowly through the sleepy stones.
Trees hang their leaves so I can touch their skins
while I’m wading through peaceful rivulets.
The anger that once ate away at my stomach
swims away through the broken culverts.
The sirens in the branches call me away,
away from the broken fate I left waiting.
This is beautiful. This is definitely a favorite of mine. Your words are deep and delicate, and describe this place perfectly. Brava, ma fille.
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