Cleaned brush
Wall of essence
Slight twinge thy nose
Tag: brush
This is Not A Scar (day 1833)
My heart is clear
Running through air
Upon soft land
Through thick brush.
Calm your flutter,
Sweet thoughts, afar,
Time exposes
And this is not a scar.
Journey South (day 79)
Beautiful bushes
Cruise by the sidelines
In a backwards sprint
Leaving impressions
Of fussy comforters
One could imagine
Dodging with an engine
And tires that dug dirt
But alas,
I speed on by
In my four wheeled box
Wondering away
About the fluffy decay