A bleak and desolate isle
From which I do not deviate
I listen to crunches beneath my feet
Of leaf and banch, these deadened pieces
Wind rushes through the trees
Trees that tower above me in eternal age
Casting ancient shadows across the land
The light is faint, but I can see
I decided to walk this path alone
And I have made it my own





nice take on the pic...sad and lonely, but good.
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