Through the forest of trees from your lips
I can read your unspoken words.
As each leaf falls
the view becomes much more clear.
Words that once reverberated through the forest
seem as lifeless as the fallen leaves at my feet.
I await a rush of fresh air
to stir and animate the dead silence around me.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Through the forest of trees from your lips
I can read your unspoken words.
As each leaf falls
the view becomes much more clear.
Words that once reverberated through the forest
seem as lifeless as the fallen leaves at my feet.
I await a rush of fresh air
to stir and animate the dead silence around me.
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