Aug 2020
Somniferous clouds
Of amber green smoke;
Trees in the fog,
Or rocks in the stream.
Delicate ripples of sound
Disturb the silence,
Like a gentle breeze
Among the evening birds.
As the waves roll in
The tide slides out,
Nursing me into the depths
Of healing darkness.
Of amber green smoke;
Trees in the fog,
Or rocks in the stream.
Delicate ripples of sound
Disturb the silence,
Like a gentle breeze
Among the evening birds.
As the waves roll in
The tide slides out,
Nursing me into the depths
Of healing darkness.
A sensation forgotten so quick,
As if it never even existed,
But it always returns.
As if it never even existed,
But it always returns.
(18/M/Does it matter?)
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