Grey
Silhouettes glide into my forest dream
Draped in ash haunting foggy mindscreen
My despair slithering through furrowed twigs
Relentlessly invading unconscious thought,
Father, I still run with you past winter's dirge.
Contest of nette onclaud , Color My Mood
May 22, 2025
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