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by Mar 15, 2020

My roots spread wild in the foreign ground... Poetry

My roots spread wild in the foreign ground... Poetry

my roots
spread wild
in the foreign ground

no place
is allowed
to leave behind

memory's touch
leaves prints
on the trunks

shelled
in a capsule
swallowed from sight

spreading
just wider
till lost in the ground

it grows
into something
alien to life.

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