Have you ever seen the photos
Of the forests lost to time
Have you ever seen the photos
Of the ruins overgrown
What you cannot see is the hidden.
Hidden waters
Slowly leaking through the cracks with time
Or how they're green
Greener than the trees and growth
Greener that the forests and ruins that they are hidden in
Whose depth is too much to be determined by just looking
Maybe I'm just rambling.
That is all.
Or maybe the truth is hidden too deep below the glossy surfaces to be seen
Only words and fractured thoughts to go by
And a belief of the green waters.
A/N: My lovely sister's work again
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