LIKE THE TREES OUTSIDE, I HAVE MY ROOTS TOO DEEP

I'm stuck in literature

and the world's sorrows,

writing about them,

spreading them,

and beyond, outside

the open window, the cat

being confined to

other rooms,

the trees are swaying

in the cold wind,

inviting to get drizzled

in the coming rain.

20.06.2024

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