
A mini trunk, money tree
sprouts to reach 5’6
branches harden
tree bark texture
grown
from the darkest part
like magic
leaves emerald green
the way it should be
reach for the sun
knocking on a window
hush babe
sleep on the soft pillow
with me
pink, it's pink
and I’ll be your
tunnel vision
for a fleeting
moment
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.


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