Contemplative Poetry
1 min
September
Cathy Shin
Azure skies slouch low
while leaves crunch beneath small feet
on their way to becoming trees
that will hold the world up high again.
while leaves crunch beneath small feet
on their way to becoming trees
that will hold the world up high again.
This poem was written by a Bay Area local for the San Jose Public Library Short Edition collection.
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