In The Trees



16 years old

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  • Dawn to Dusk

    Light is lobbed to the leaves and they cradle it 

    In the evening they throw it back to the sun 

    whose tendrils collect it 

    then go home 

  • Peace

    I think peace looks like:  

    driving on the highway from College Park  

    listening to “White Ferrari” 

    by Frank Ocean