It’s an absence
Of our entire essence;
Lost I have been among these woods;
My bare feet drum a path of your presence;
Leaves sitting among the branches
Their colorful array of moods.
Murmur a wind from a depth
I’ve once glimpsed behind these trees
For a buried world’s shoulders
Awaken an embrace for my soul;
It’s always been here, hasn’t it?
Always sneeking behind,
Waiting for the day,
I dare.. to turn around.
For in the end, there’s rebirth.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
It’s an absence
Of our entire essence;
Lost I have been among these woods;
My bare feet drum a path of your presence;
Leaves sitting among the branches
Their colorful array of moods.
Murmur a wind from a depth
I’ve once glimpsed behind these trees
For a buried world’s shoulders
Awaken an embrace for my soul;
It’s always been here, hasn’t it?
Always sneeking behind,
Waiting for the day,
I dare.. to turn around.
For in the end, there’s rebirth.
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