Neutral Tones
We stood at the edge of a forest.
The leaves were grey and dull fallen to the ground.
They crunched under our feet as they became one with the soil.
Wise words the trees spoke to us.
The wind took them away.
Greenery gone.
Never again to be seen until the next springtide.
S.DC
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The In-Between
PoesíaIf you haven't read my first poem book go take a look at it. "Oaths and Honey" This is a continuation of my previous work. This covers healing, relapse, love, and most of all recovery. The In-Between.
