metallic boughs try
to reach the
sky and the dirt
heaven and hell
at the same time,
spinning continuously
in their forlorn way--
this is
man's answer
to trees,
stuck in constant rotation,
never quite reaching either goal
and as the sun sparks,
igniting the far shore
in its quarter-to-seven blaze,
i am brought to a
sudden stop
and i think,
"goddamnit,
i was
almost
beautiful"














Comments
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The world is not beautiful; therefore it is. ~ Kino no Tabi
~ShortStackStories
~Amaranth-Portal
=RawEm0tion
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
--
Oliver James washed in the rain no longer.
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ouve: há uma chuva só nossa
no quarto-crescente dos lábios
e tantas canções a adiar
a linguagem do mar.
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
--
rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
and i mean, i know power. it's my last name!
c:
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yarnyarn nostrils
thanks ♥
--
rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
--
yarnyarn nostrils
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