I walk with no destination in mind.
I talk to myself
about nothing in particular.
The trees don’t talk back though.
Nor the sky.

I walk with no destination in mind.
I talk to myself
about nothing in particular.
The trees don’t talk back though.
Nor the sky.
Don’t be silly. The trees are always talking.
I guess so, but it would be nice if I could hear what they were saying 🙂
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