Waiting to be swallowed by the beetles
Hold me like a creeper does When the tree is about to dry But the destiny of the vine is Not constrained by the time left for tree To live It is its ability to complete its journey On the trunk, debris of leaves or for that matter In the cervices of dead wood Lying … Continue reading Waiting to be swallowed by the beetles
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