winding
finding
it's way
up to the light
growing
knowing
it'll never reach
however try it might
sipping
dripping
the honey that's
always sweet despite
whispering
haunting
children who
wander in the night
browning
drowning
in winter
losing light
slouching
bending
to follow
what's right
whisking
missing
the lovely
spring daylight
risking
kissing
the other
trees nearby
wanting
haunting
the days
as they pass by
lusting
crusting
around thoughts
and wondering why
hungering
questioning
longing to know
where is the light
burning
dying
saying one
last goodbye
blackened
lost now
as the sun
returns the light
but it's too late
to take back goodbye
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
winding
finding
it's way
up to the light
growing
knowing
it'll never reach
however try it might
sipping
dripping
the honey that's
always sweet despite
whispering
haunting
children who
wander in the night
browning
drowning
in winter
losing light
slouching
bending
to follow
what's right
whisking
missing
the lovely
spring daylight
risking
kissing
the other
trees nearby
wanting
haunting
the days
as they pass by
lusting
crusting
around thoughts
and wondering why
hungering
questioning
longing to know
where is the light
burning
dying
saying one
last goodbye
blackened
lost now
as the sun
returns the light
but it's too late
to take back goodbye
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