Dried-out grass and leafless trees,
Cold, still air burns through my skin,
A lone blackbird seeks out seeds,
To the gray sky, silence screams.
I remember—I’ve been here,
I could never stand and leave,
No one ever came for me,
Nothing changes, time is still.
Dried-out grass and leafless trees,
This is all I’ll ever see.
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Author:
Gewar (
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Great write
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