interface

 
I’m picking

sticking

on pine needles

 

laying on

evergreen leaves

while the sun

the sun sings to me

 

he trifles with me

makes it so

I won’t ever leave

 

he brings vitality

breathes constant

particles of life

into me

 

and I’m growing

flowing

becoming rays

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