Dirt-Stained Souls
- Yongle Voynich
- Sep 15, 2024
- 1 min read
watch soul-shaped hole bore
inside my bark
invites green moss and flying larks
the orange sky rends apart
the evening star wishes here
under cirrus streak
and cloud-shaped tear
longing for another start
spindly worms hang down vines
caress my roots
and leafy eyes
dwell inside my dirt-stained heart
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