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I sit at the edge of a creek It's the middle of the night Warm air is blowing over me I listen the the whispers of the water My eyes melt, molten metal My brain comes to a grinding halt Faulty machinery anyways Grass and leaves overgrow me Thousands of years pass I only catch glimpses of them A life lived through dreams I only feel through the soil My roots grow past uneven ground Touching dark waters My bark hard and brittle Protects my gentle sap My leaves drink supple sunlight This elegant growth is slow Grass pushes up around me In this life I am drowning
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
Trees
I sit at the edge of a creek It's the middle of the night Warm air is blowing over me I listen the the whispers of the water My eyes melt, molten metal My brain comes to a grinding halt Faulty machinery anyways Grass and leaves overgrow me Thousands of years pass I only catch glimpses of them A life lived through dreams I only feel through the soil My roots grow past uneven ground Touching dark waters My bark hard and brittle Protects my gentle sap My leaves drink supple sunlight This elegant growth is slow Grass pushes up around me In this life I am drowning
I am not really sure what to say about this poem besides this is how I feel late night awake and alone.
#nature#water#trees
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
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