Inside, it is warm. I stand by the window, and watch the darkness grow.
The colour I saw before, is gone. The rest of the light is fading too.
The trees are black, their branches conspiring, reaching towards the darkening sky.
Sometimes I think the forest holds secrets.
beautiful. love the poeatry (:
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SUCH a neat idea for a blog! i love it.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. I'm in totally envy of you, you write beautifully and i can't seem to find the words anymore. x.x
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