Firm rooted trees of stable mind watch the land,
Watch the land fall to wild ruin.
An overgrown fortress of lost moments,
It's pathetic pleas in the whispered breezes.
Lone, slender fingers slice through silent streams.
Songs of sympathy reside in them
Knowing full well of the mourning no one else commits to.
Yellowed ended blades poke out from deep crevices,
Nothing more than a tickle of a thought
Like the faded scar on the back of someone's hand.
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Landscape
PoetryYou only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open y...
