our stolen sun

a poem

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🦴🌿♡ (\.+./) ♡ 🌿🦴
🦴🌿♡ ( ꈍᴗꈍ ) ♡ 🌿🌿🦴
🦴🌿♡ =🌷= ♡ 🌿🦴🦴🦴🤍
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the wind giggles, then laughs out loud
only the gods know what about

for in the weeds,
where wishes become seeds

between the kisses of wet leaves
and the sticks and stones and bones of thieves

the spores still cling, to hear her sing

with the gallant heel clicks of soldiers
as they march in unison to bring their offering.

~~ 🍃 ~~