Porcelain lamentations,
Further from that fountain.
Where she dipped her foot.
There,
Into the darker wood
Where the wind whistles between the trees
A wisened oak tree spoke to me
It said with its foreboding presence,
"One day, you will be like me
And you will see from a great height
The virid saplings
Saying hello to the ancient light."
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
Porcelain lamentations,
Further from that fountain.
Where she dipped her foot.
There,
Into the darker wood
Where the wind whistles between the trees
A wisened oak tree spoke to me
It said with its foreboding presence,
"One day, you will be like me
And you will see from a great height
The virid saplings
Saying hello to the ancient light."