Where the trees are like gods
- Apr 5, 2022
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April 27, 2020
by: Jazmine Mangarun
I stood in a place, where the trees were like gods.
Each and everyone of them towering over this vessel of mine
to evoke a sort of judgement.
I wonder, if I stood here forever would I become one of these trees?
Or would I forever stay as their cheapest substitute.
I remember living in this decaying home.
Waiting for the change of the seasons to continue to change the feeling of this town.
