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The trees burn eternally In the woods where I stay I sweat through the hellish daylight And retreat into the night The charred forest is my sanctuary I see you glowing in the constellations I reach out to trace the stars like the scars down your spine, I remember watching the embers pierce you, tears running down my face, I catch them like leaves. Born from the ashes of deceit I've always existed in a cursed flame Always melting away the wounds Which remained hidden in combustion A loud presence, never going quietly Watch as the roots we came from shrivel and die, My heart beats with the rhythm of a spinning earth, Never stopping, always spinning, Your voices tangles in with the breeze and branches, And remembering you is as loud as when I stand alone. What madness, the woods are on fire I inhale the rage and I too am engulfed Pieces of me become lost in cinders Voices howl in the fiery storm It's nonsensical, but they know New seeds grow, resistant to the flame
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
Catching up with the Firekeeper
The trees burn eternally In the woods where I stay I sweat through the hellish daylight And retreat into the night The charred forest is my sanctuary I see you glowing in the constellations I reach out to trace the stars like the scars down your spine, I remember watching the embers pierce you, tears running down my face, I catch them like leaves. Born from the ashes of deceit I've always existed in a cursed flame Always melting away the wounds Which remained hidden in combustion A loud presence, never going quietly Watch as the roots we came from shrivel and die, My heart beats with the rhythm of a spinning earth, Never stopping, always spinning, Your voices tangles in with the breeze and branches, And remembering you is as loud as when I stand alone. What madness, the woods are on fire I inhale the rage and I too am engulfed Pieces of me become lost in cinders Voices howl in the fiery storm It's nonsensical, but they know New seeds grow, resistant to the flame
Collaboration piece with http://hellopoetry.com/LovelyLillianoftheValley/
#fire#stars#change#beginnings#forest#conversations#ends
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
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