Trees falling desperately in distant pasts, longing for crying shoulders to understand the lonely story
A pillow of sorrow tortured, stolen and taken from under a drowning tear
Left deep within a meadow of grazen pain, lying silent in remorse for a history of suffering
Deeply absorbed of shame, looking desperately for meaning to his tears rolling down his cheek
His pain growing, as the grass flows over his subtle leaves, scarred with lonely stories, ending always broken and silent
This story voiceless and unheard, ever migrating through a self pity of lonliness, longing for his tears to speak to the world
His sorrow forever overwhelmed by the silence of falling branches, shadowed by the loss, bearing down from above
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