Words
cannot convey
the beauty of a tree;
anymore
than leaves
in fiery flurries
can
sing and
dance the branch
into being
Words
cannot convey
the beauty of a tree;
anymore
than leaves
in fiery flurries
can
sing and
dance the branch
into being
It stinks the way that
women will trade in their
very selves for a small sliver
of complementarian pie…made
from fruit of the forbidden tree…
poison and placating.
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