Consider it an update to the bios
there are lessons to be learned
it matters not who delivers them
we are not lost to the land
rather we are of the land
be the palash unto self
of which the sweet fragrance
shall only calm and comfort
if one opens their heart
perceive me as womb
in order to rebirth the now
be the palash unto self
as pure as offered milk
in a vulnerable hour
Poetry@Words Among Trees
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