You will find me by the Brambles

Photo by Magda Kmiecik on Unsplash


You will find me by the brambles, 

A thicket of tangled branches, thorns and mayhem, 

The reflection of my mind, 

But not in the now,

For here it is calm, gentle, at ease.

With the only thought of: one for me, one for the tub. 

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