Quite and Peaceful
As I kook to the trees
To hang and blow through the breeze
Empty of life
Mind of pain and strife
The torment of suffering lumbering smothering puzzling wondering of death to the end where thoughts become nothing as the hollow tree trunks find fear to be no longer something.
Copyright © Form Al | Year Posted 2022
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