flow


Slopes of green

Like you’ve never seen

A dull bride the sun

Lies veiled in grey

Awaiting her moment of glory

Small folk

Slither behind stone features

A cloak of dampness

Provides all

With paused, still, hopeful breath

Within this darkness there is light

And there is always might

As the days grow long through my heart

This is the place to grow

This is the place to start

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