Have the trees grown or am I smaller?
I used to look upon hem and see giants waiting to be conquered.
Now wonder how any shadow could be so large.
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Approaching Zero
PoetryLove poems that are creepy because sometimes love is scary and bad for you.
Perspective
Have the trees grown or am I smaller?
I used to look upon hem and see giants waiting to be conquered.
Now wonder how any shadow could be so large.