Worn shoes reverberate off the the time riddled sidewalk.
So many steps, impressions, connotations;
All similar but singular.
Straight lines cut and dash,
but their destination is predetermined.
Together, yet, alone.
The tree leaves create dips of cool compression;
made of quasi forms, flowing with rivers of chlorophyll,
but, still, diametric in standard.
I'm encompassed by all, but amidst none.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
Worn shoes reverberate off the the time riddled sidewalk.
So many steps, impressions, connotations;
All similar but singular.
Straight lines cut and dash,
but their destination is predetermined.
Together, yet, alone.
The tree leaves create dips of cool compression;
made of quasi forms, flowing with rivers of chlorophyll,
but, still, diametric in standard.
I'm encompassed by all, but amidst none.
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