Wednesday, March 23, 2016

walking through the desert

hello, my dear, forgotten soul.

the world is a dirty place, waste drifting in and out
it's hard to know what it is, easy to forget what it's about
but along your travels, one day you'll see,
far in the distance, that glorious tree.

a silhouette in the void, the void of man
that familiar feeling, that pain again
though you know it true, you still come close
that familiar feeling, that kiss from a rose

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