You could hear it-
The ground rumbling, the writhing branches trying to hold on to their scurrying leaves.
You could see it-
The yellows and oranges relenting to the indigo and gray, the birds retreating to their comfort.
You could feel it-
the rumbling of the Earth, the wind entering through the cracked window from the runaway branch.
The Blackwind began spinning through the sky- twisting and turning, emulating a vacuum cleaner.
Night lived within the revolving snare leaving a void in its wake.
Washed brand new like an open canvas the once inhabitable surroundings relied on time to create it anew once more.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
You could hear it-
The ground rumbling, the writhing branches trying to hold on to their scurrying leaves.
You could see it-
The yellows and oranges relenting to the indigo and gray, the birds retreating to their comfort.
You could feel it-
the rumbling of the Earth, the wind entering through the cracked window from the runaway branch.
The Blackwind began spinning through the sky- twisting and turning, emulating a vacuum cleaner.
Night lived within the revolving snare leaving a void in its wake.
Washed brand new like an open canvas the once inhabitable surroundings relied on time to create it anew once more.
