"The sun recedes behind the tall trees making the hill a darker green, the clouds turn pink and grey as the sun dissipates.
The birds sing their goodnight songs and the echoing of the silent feet can be heard.
The world drowns out and all that's left is me.
A dirty plate now wiped clean. Trying to start over and do things right but with one mistake I go back to being obselete.
Here in a world of golden skies, sweet lullabies, and echoing feet there lies only me.
Here I don't have to fight to do what's right because for once I feel I don't have to fight.
Here within the soft hum of things and the glare from the sun is where I'm at peace.
No need to fight, only the things I dream and me.
But soon it's dark and peace has left me with only fear and heartache in it's wake."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
