Cutting through the thickets
Where no path was ever laid
I struggle to fine my footing
The sky has now turn grey
Jagged rocks guide my steps
Through thistles and thorny ******
A familiar force within me dives
Struggling to stay alive
I wrestle with the landscape
Until I reach the clearing
There the maple spread its branches
Falling leaves to soften the ground
And so I sleep another
Thousand years...
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
Cutting through the thickets
Where no path was ever laid
I struggle to fine my footing
The sky has now turn grey
Jagged rocks guide my steps
Through thistles and thorny ******
A familiar force within me dives
Struggling to stay alive
I wrestle with the landscape
Until I reach the clearing
There the maple spread its branches
Falling leaves to soften the ground
And so I sleep another
Thousand years...
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