Poem · poetry

Canopies 

Those dark canopies of trees

From which sun shine on me. 

Touching me gently on different places

This is where I want to be

My heaven in this hell

And the smell of earth and water

From a nearby well

 The damp , cold and hot

Become my ecstasy

In these ever changing epiphanies 

Everything changes except this.

Its an only living thing that I will miss.

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