A lonely field with only a tree,
How peaceful could it be?
Stood alone with only the wind,
Then lonely thoughts could be pinned-
The rustle of the leaves,
Hearing everything around you breathe,
Watching the white spread across the grass,
Waiting for another sad lonely winter to pass,
The crunch of a footstep in the snow,
Just waiting for your time to glow;
So close to that feeling of relaxation,
Of the comfort we seek in infactuation.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
A lonely field with only a tree,
How peaceful could it be?
Stood alone with only the wind,
Then lonely thoughts could be pinned-
The rustle of the leaves,
Hearing everything around you breathe,
Watching the white spread across the grass,
Waiting for another sad lonely winter to pass,
The crunch of a footstep in the snow,
Just waiting for your time to glow;
So close to that feeling of relaxation,
Of the comfort we seek in infactuation.
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