From the deep wood
far away sounds
isolated bird song
cries out
no answer
trees strain toward the troubled sky
sometimes cracking
splintered light
lost amongst the shadows
lost but nearer winter than the autumn
stark dark browns and peaty blacks
the tangle of the briars
withered fruit
pungent peppery
mulch scent
fallen scattered leaves
like roses in the waves
soft
damp
dusty
decay
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Our Silent Tomorrow
PoesiaWho will listen when a dying man cries When he's at the point of no return ....
