Passing the towers
that seem to scream my name,
I mirror their odd effort
to touch the sky.
Can the clouds be so soft,
as to own such a struggle?
Routine maybe?
Old habits die hard.
Like the trees
twisting towards sunlight,
chasing it away.
A hopeless effort
that affords hope.
It doesn't come cheap these days.
The breeze tickles my mind,
seeming to ignore
the protests of the trees.
Might its leaves be so precious?
Perhaps our breeze
wills to slip itself some hope,
in exchange for hostage leaves.
But, such a strange currency.
What an unusual proposition.
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- Alice in Wonderland by x--nocturnia--x.
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woo, i love this. it is so beautiful. your words are placed together so sweetly, "mirror...odd effort..." struck me and took me to a place in my mind where i was a tourist in seattle downtown. I will be sure to read more from you in the future. <3
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