Summer Archives #5

The poetry of the forest rains solace on the lonely

Their skins have grown thick, the sensation is blunted

Emotions muted; Each individual leaf

The pooling waters and streams (if you’re lucky) – They speak- in many voices

Many tongues ‘ Many identities

To penetrate the callous without endless seasons

One needs two things: 1) Organic or Botanical nerve accelerant

2) Community to receive the evolving one


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