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Sam S Sep 10
The fog rolled in, it hid the ground,
It swallowed street and muffled sound.
A knocking came, a door of dread,
It waited where no foot had tread.

I crossed the threshold, heart aflame,
The orchard groaned as if in shame.
Its trees bore skulls where apples hung,
Their mouths like shadows, silently sung.

A crown of roots encircled me,
And whispered what the price would be.
Crows circled slow, with patient eyes,
Their wings eclipsing pale gray skies.

For every step, a soul to pay,
The orchard feasts, none walk away.
I staggered back, yet could not flee,
Each row became a path to me.

The fog returned, it pressed me tight,
And whispered, “Welcome… to the endless night.”

But somewhere deep, a flicker burned,
A single step, a path discerned.
I staggered forth, my breath a prayer,
And left the orchard’s hollow lair.

The door is gone, yet still it waits,
Beyond the fog, behind the gates.
And if you hear a knocking near,
Beware the orchard drawing near.
Sam S Aug 31
A surprise is only a seed,
cast into soil without a name.
It waits in silence,
forgotten in the dark.
But one morning,
green stirs against the black,
and before long
the seed is a tree,
and the tree holds fruit
once believed impossible.
Sam S Aug 15
It flutters… then jerks
drifting left…
then right…
a restless heartbeat
caught between two giants.

Only the flag moves…
Searching for stillness
Sam S Aug 5
No one expected land there.
Just sea, and more sea.

But something surfaced…
not by force,
but by refusal to sink.

Stone gathered itself.
Wind taught it stillness.
Time brought shape.

Then light.
Soft. Steady.
Not searching…
just present.

Some pass close
and feel its warmth.
They say the tower listens.

But it only answers
what arrives
with light of its own.
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