The trees are ticking
Winding the soil beneath
The leaves flutter away the minutes
The branches point to midnight
The roots flung against the gears
Centuries grinding to a halt
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
The trees are ticking
Winding the soil beneath
The leaves flutter away the minutes
The branches point to midnight
The roots flung against the gears
Centuries grinding to a halt
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