Drifting across the forest floor
Each tree I pass like an open door
The ruffles beneath my bare feet
The wind through the limbs
Oh how sweet
The dark clouds hide me here in this place
The cob webs drift in the breeze like lace
I creep through this haven silently
The light shines through the tree tops so vibrantly
I lay here in this bed of leaves
Dreaming of a world lived off sleaves
Author notes
The ending has a meaning . People who live off their sleaves , they say exaclty what they are thinking. People who have layers...well you know...
This is off of the 3rd diviant art pic with the leaves
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700 points, ended November 19, 2007, 17 entries
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different take on this awesome picture but i like it and to describe these kinds of people you did an awesome job i really really eojoyed it thank you
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