Trees Full of Wind

They are made for it, Bending, sieving, slowing The energy - a wild Conducting, ushering What passes invisibly Into the sensual world - Afterwards, deep roots Tremble with the memory of dancing.

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...