I strode along
Down a corridor of wood
I barked about the leafy road
I glimpsed a species of fig
Strangling in the coolness
Of this natural arch
By which limbs entwined in
A twisted canopy
One patchy
One that would allow them To breathe
How deep do your paths grow
You eternal anchors
Guardians of green
Monuments of life
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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