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I miss
Amongst the kind hearts of homes,of these roots,from the woods,of which I understood,from my ever so happy family.
Falling in love with the world,yet again,of course the world would end without my family and friends,where I stood,for centuries,before the human being appeared nonchalantly.
How pretty, now I looked,
where I stood,in the centre of a room.
Upon me; a beside me light,a book,a plate filled with dead end crumbling leaves. With four heavy stumps ,to hold me up.
How I miss my family and friends.
©SukiSushiCrown.26-01-2024
Falling in love with the world,yet again,of course the world would end without my family and friends,where I stood,for centuries,before the human being appeared nonchalantly.
How pretty, now I looked,
where I stood,in the centre of a room.
Upon me; a beside me light,a book,a plate filled with dead end crumbling leaves. With four heavy stumps ,to hold me up.
How I miss my family and friends.
©SukiSushiCrown.26-01-2024
Published 26th Jan 2024
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