One MorningA Poem by btangSilence amongst whispers and incandescence on Saturdays Where the world can slowly exhale Across emerald branches reaching out
with hopes to embrace you But sometimes crumbling at every touch I feel misguided and forgotten on former Forests who’ve lost its ability to do like we used to Crisper than life freshly baked Its pain and soreness evident Remnants remain restless and , I only open my sight to new days as you become pieceless © 2019 btang |
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Added on June 22, 2019 Last Updated on June 22, 2019 Author
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