Star Ka'at's Ramblings











{May 1, 2013}   Comfort In Strange Places

Tiny town
So many trees
Crisp in the air
Smell of earth everywhere

Twine me in your branches
Cradle me in your boughs
Take me to far away places
With wild flowers and oak guardians

Clutch the things I cannot feel
Store my freedoms and securities
Hold the hand of this empty shell
Whisper the ambiguous “it’s okay”

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abichica says:

This is lovely..



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