pine needles

http://cipay.ca/poems/pine-needles.html

“somewhere in the world where the coffee isn’t bitter and the rivers run to oceans made of water, not of waste

there exists a girl who acts odd and peculiar who smokes a pinecone pipe and drinks pine needle tea

i talked to her one day when i walked through the forest and she told me everything that i should have always known"

— by Linen