Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
The poem echoes the thought that even if 'it is tied to a tree and hosed down' the writer should continue to write,come ...
When they are free? And taking rest on tree, with no worry of building refuge, how can I say no to the fact and refuse t...
A picnic is always so fun.
I am alone,
I am nothing..
Oh my dear Tree
You grew up with me