Me and Midjourney
I don’t remember,
when the moss begin to grow
I awoke, I stretched
And the muscles did not go
I do recall,
Holding very still
Keeping peace around me
Grist to the mill
But now it’s time I shiver
Let stubborn roots pull free
Because, even though it hurts
I yearn to be me
About the Creator
Kristen Haveman
A dabbler, a story teller.
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