Textures #20

Rhizome
a mass of roots

at the edge of tomorrow

they twist and turn

no sight no sorrow

the wondrous patterns

they steal my dreams

like ghosts clad in gold

the sun kisses my skin

i remember when i was child

i used to roll in the grass

a lollipop in my mouth

a myriad dreams in my hands

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