@Julsijuls 17 June 2021 more from that month

[ a poem by Julsijuls ] Oh lady, the child of the oldest tree the one who gives life to fields who scatters seed of flowering hope I beg you, make me one of your own pluck me from this cursed vine gently nestle me in your basket make me immortal despite having flesh. But, my highness, this also I wish that you won't break my bones don't turn them to ash nor do I wish my bones to melt I do not seek for pain no longer do I seek for it I want to be free. So please, have mercy take me away from the dying vine for I longer could stay alive it dies, so do I so keep me alive make me immortal despite having flesh. Image from https://pin.it/5XxYeXi #ProseAndPoetry