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I feel so tired I can barely breathe My chest is concave Like the narrow dell Soaking up the rain And pulling in the leaves And though I’m not hollow I am not whole And though I’m weary It is not my soul Which cries aloud Unto the the trees Except for your sound The sound that is Of when you sing And walk beneath This canvas of leaves Free as your feet But the soles of my shoes And the lids of my eyes Are now heavy As my head it lulls And wants to roll Back to the ground So my pillow now Is underneath The hooded wood And as the world Slowly closes round It’s you I see Within the leaves Beneath the trees
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
Within The Leaves, Beneath The Trees
I feel so tired I can barely breathe My chest is concave Like the narrow dell Soaking up the rain And pulling in the leaves And though I’m not hollow I am not whole And though I’m weary It is not my soul Which cries aloud Unto the the trees Except for your sound The sound that is Of when you sing And walk beneath This canvas of leaves Free as your feet But the soles of my shoes And the lids of my eyes Are now heavy As my head it lulls And wants to roll Back to the ground So my pillow now Is underneath The hooded wood And as the world Slowly closes round It’s you I see Within the leaves Beneath the trees
Looking up. Looking down. At you. At me.
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colmistoirm
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colmistoirm
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
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