he sits, patient and waiting
under a copse of diseased trees
but when the first bands of light
pierces through the trees' protective canopy
he will fade away
with the stars and their waning light
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
he sits, patient and waiting
under a copse of diseased trees
but when the first bands of light
pierces through the trees' protective canopy
he will fade away
with the stars and their waning light
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