Green Poem

Wake to Greet the Sun

Sweet Waters

Uninvited

We don’t mind

Tongue

Arms around me

Holding the moments

passed

Through and through

We grew into threads

Thoughts about dinner

Birds dreaming to fly

Icarus was foolish

To be brave

Silly boys

Thinking everything

Will be dandy

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Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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