Little Talks in Tall Trees by Rashael Crystal

little talks in tall trees

we spoke of seeds
and filtered beads
of golden light;
loving lips and
tender hands

we spoke of water,
transience and growth;
from drop to stream,
river to sea,
all that is. was.
and could one day

we spoke of bold
and delicate things.
flickering dreams and
fluttering wings of
half-truths, and

but here’s the thing:
words have holes.
they wont hold water.
and seeds need more
than skin and
good intention
to survive.

author: rashael crystal

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