sun laid heavy on ivy-thick brows
they bore stark contrast
evident; in the thinning horizon
and lack of greying light.
woodland pools, reflect;
stuck fast in a sapien face-
(assertion in blue.)
decay veined deep,
as souls as in earth-
terminal thoughts, of nimbus type
to the forests-
as life as in death-
the old is suspect to the new
and the limestone caverns,
beneath elden pine-lakes,
crumble in submission
to the steamroller that is fate.
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NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
