Infected With Life
More by maelynslavik
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Parallel to the Sky
Slender limbs fan out,
Parallel to the sky
Instead of reaching,
Wanting to be the open blue,
Accepting that
Though the tree will never
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The Ever-Blossoming Tree
I’m sitting beneath a tree,
Tangled
In the roots,
My fingers gripping those
Of each soil-soaked tendril
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Hand-Scrawled Lines
I want to breathe
Both with looming skyscrapers,
And mountains stretched high,
To feel the sun
Smiling on my skin,
Comments
I love the juxtaposition of life and infection! It makes you think hard about whether it is good or bad. The vines are almost taking over the veins, but it looks meant to be! ❤️
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