One troubadoura's adventures and lessons learned exploring the world through music, nature, and poetry. Visit my haiku site at harmoniesandhaikuhome.wordpress.com
One troubadoura's adventures and lessons learned exploring the world through music, nature, and poetry. Visit my haiku site at harmoniesandhaikuhome.wordpress.com
Dread has this heavy feeling
Rock in my tummy
And this city leaves ash in my eyes
So I take to the woods
Moss cushioned steps
and words I can't take back
But I would not
If I could?
I would string them like pine cones
Like pearls around my neck
Red and blue?
That shit's for you
Smoke it by yourself
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