Shadows and secrets
concealed within the ancient
woods of yesterday.
O lusty red and
vibrant gold, green, white; here the
living palette sleeps.
Author notes
It's 5 am, and it pops into my head. Oh the pecularities of a poet!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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if thy is concealed with the ancient wood of yesterday
how shall thy breathe
Wthout coming to life, surelt thy will suffocate
Beneath the blooms of tommorrow -
very good



