14/10/2026
Old hollow oak π³
invites me to sit
My bare feet on mossy bark π£
Laying back and looking up π
as October wild winds
whip my hair
and leaves above into a dance π
Sunlight pours through
The hollow a window
Could the trees inspire me
to write and draw again? π₯°ππ³
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