succulent turtles poem#9

in frozen wonderlands

little succulent turtles

grace the window sills

white and plain


the green effusing the room

with a gentle breath


the depths of life

are often grasped in plastic hugs


the succulents have dreams

the turtles they weave

will bear the gene of retention

and freedom,

acing lies.

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