gazing back at
the ever growing tree
there lay moments atop mountains
and some beside the sea
the feeling in my gut
of wanting to flee
to the times when
our eyes conveyed artistry
now i sometimes sit
and wonder in curiosity
have i become softer than the silence
or has the silence become louder than me?
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Perpetually
Randomthis is whatever comes to my mind when everything else fails to. © beaucolic
