My path through extraterrestrial park
Where I would most oftentimes walk
My momentary excursion from hectic life
Where the only sounds are the wind through the trees
Where the sites become more fluid and interconnected
My lovely trail has lost it’s gleam
Where once fields of thistle stood, ‘tis mowed down
Where the winged lovely creatures once roamed is empty air
My heart aches to see it now
Where once it was a silent, colorful refuge
My trail has been robbed
Author notes
Everything decays. Everything breaks down. Everything is destroyed.
Written May 5th, 2004
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the vision this brings to my minds eye is outstanding, i realy like this poem, it is excelent
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