Little about the oaks

Little about the oaks
walk around trees of fire mist and dust surround your feet silence whispers in your ears thought is lost in plain sight steps of grass follow your way no soul around to speak the land is rich and murmurs forward calling, weeping to be given those grey days no sun nor clouds nor sky mountains lay bare melding the horizons where is ahead is what lies before borders and lines flee the mind for in those grey days trees are seeded
the oaks come in the grey days to grow and live awaiting the sun

Author: Tsvetelina Tomova

Árvores entre as linhas de água

Após o fogo vem a regeneração

Bem-vindo, Xavier

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