We settled down
between the mossy
rocks where
animal droppings
lay beneath
our cones and twigs,
envisioning
the new saplings
in spring, hopeful
they’ll reach sky someday,
let the stars snuggle
on the tree tops,
swinging in the
pine scented breeze–
dream blooms
in the humble milieu.
©by Byung A. Fallgren
very nice. Love your poetry
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Thank you so much.
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Looking to the future
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Thank you, Derrick. 👍
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