Favorite poem

Hello my dear bats,

today I wanted to post one of my favorite philosophical poems. :)

The Grand Scheme Of Things

I cross mountains.

There is hope in the tangerine

I bring with me.

The scent of oak trees

is in the air.

The thoughts of you are left

at the waterhole

twelve miles back.

I greet sunset at the valley

on the opposite side

and I laugh

like a hopeless romantic.

By Chromatic Prayer