Beneath a canopy of trees
so green it hurt my eyes,
I was afraid.
The sharp grass crackled,
then withered underfoot.
Stepping gingerly on
the parched & cracked
path that leads only away from
you.
Dark against the bright world,
this melancholy place
overgrown. The atmosphere close;
I want to scream.
No space between the trees for sound.
Creaking, rotten,
the darkness of the wood.
Nothing to do
but go on loving you
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Nicely written 👌
Thank you x
"X" maen??
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'No space between the trees for sound.'
that's one of those lines we all wish we had written
a great read! dear poet
❤❤❤
A green meadow too appears dry when it it takes you away from the one you love.
Intense indeed.
A beautiful image - and agreed!
Thanks
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