while trees are falling down
I saw some poetry while walking in the woods
but it quickly scurried away like a frightened ghost
did you see that I asked myself but I did not respond
determined to take a course unbeknownst to anyone
blood flows through my veins on borrowed time
at one within a place where hollow trees rise and fall
convinced there is no way out other than from within
I slow down my pace and surrender to the sound
march two thousand seventeen
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Oooh.
😀
Love the first two lines.
Thank you, Daniella.
Beautiful. I would love to be able to emulate you but I don’t have a clue. When writing is so unique, that it is like magic, that!
I think I have seen poetry escaping in the woods… words can be like a deer sometimes.
“at one within a place where hollow trees rise and fall” beautiful.
Thank you, I’m elated you think so.