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old wood
where does
yesterday
go
when it
is all over,
when it
prepares
to die,
to disappear
in that
last midnight
second,
one breath
away,
i cannot
walk among
the trees
while
the hours
are being
cut down,
stacked
and burned
like
old wood.
yesterday
go
when it
is all over,
when it
prepares
to die,
to disappear
in that
last midnight
second,
one breath
away,
i cannot
walk among
the trees
while
the hours
are being
cut down,
stacked
and burned
like
old wood.
Published 17th Nov 2023
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17th Nov 2023 1:34pm
17th Nov 2023 1:39pm
Anonymous
17th Nov 2023 3:00pm
Aged wood has always been the most beautiful. Once it has time to weather and take in the elements it becomes an entirely new beauty. This is incredibly beautiful
17th Nov 2023 6:56pm
