When I’m Me.

poem, random feels, Wtf 1 Minute 
I enjoy the smell of my groin & my feet
as I savor the morning breeze.
Pet chickens stare at me with dinosaur eyes
lead me back on earth.
Birds rejoice & sing, timelessly.
My universe is filled.
Books spill stories of spirits.
I marvel at boxes so neat.

Published by hotsurf

Like to travel, read, play cello etc.

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