Found Poetry 656

7/5/21

she wears the ocean waves
years in a meandering cave
vines and roots hang down
never heard strange sounds
marks on walls tell stories
painted with pressed berries
she caught dinner by chase
the future will study her waste

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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