BY GRACE STRANGE

 

Ginkgo Biloba

Smooth as candle wax, as it lights ink scrawled across paper, yellowed as time flies.

As they’re raveled together their shape forms.

An elven cloak, the stem like a horn.

Their crisp yellow colour, a portal into a fantasy world.

Birds look giant to this fantasyland, much like a horse.

They scatter the elven soldiers across the dew encrusted grass,

in the fresh autumn air.

 

 

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