at the southward equinox – 8

there is a weight I cannot bear
that sleeps upon the hill,
where there’s a tree that ever grows,
and ever will.

there is river, full of life,
just uphill from the copse,
and even though it cannot move,
it never

stops


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Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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