trees of ivy

stretching skyward into

boundless oblivions

where giants roam and

skyscrapers loom cautiously

in wanton sacrilege to the heavens above them.

dreams of snowflakes

soaring like plastic airplanes catching wind and

plummeting to the ground where we lay.

it’s wintertime

but it feels like summer

and the ivy trees sway also with the wind

that brushes your hair across your face

as you smile and dance with the seas that

shape the world.


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