I would climb redwoods
I have my reasons
But there at the top of them
Clouds confer, droplets talk of jumping
Angels are angry, seething
How dare one break into heaven
Picking the lock of hell.
© Richard Wilson Moss.
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KARMA by Natur’s Pictur N’quill.
The sun feels nothing
As tears of our eyes expose
The shadows of trees…
The sun feels something
When shadows have neither shade…
Whilst tears fall in glee.
But sun keeps smiling
On the dead trees like eyelids
Blinking inferno…
For sun is blameless
As we are shamelessly shaped
With what we sow to…
Natur's Pictur N'quill 