vineri, 3 iulie 2026

limit of my being

At the limit of my being 
there 
are emotions wrapped in inulin

At the limit of my being 
there are hills that my hips shake
there are clowds I ride and 
little flowers with huge roots
tree roots, that changed perspective and refrained from growing


At the limit of my being 
your eyes and rain and summer light. 

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