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| | The Three Trees |  | | | Night walks... | | |
Most of the moisture seemed to seep down tiny crevases in the earth
as the familiar scent of young grass was dryer than what it often was,
though nevertheless embracing.
The smell of home.
Echoed a note of self - punishment.
Daylight had delicately burst into a drifting waterfall of dim stars,
chasing an evasive line of amber sky
as it gave way to night.
With what grace the world seemed to creep in the dark
in all its silent glory, so beautiful yet eerie
silent... silent and calm.
Only the small frequent noises of feet disturbing gravel could be heard flowing with ease through the dead air and the silence.
Somewhere close by, an assortment of trees stood enclosed in an unchanging blackness.
One looked old, glorious as if it belonged to a distant, past greatness.
another was dying, bending, rotting into a thousand grey and brown hues
and a third, which had just barely oozed out of a nest of warm soil
together they stood in a cluster
on their own undisturbed patch of earth
surrounded by fallen branches, pebbles or dirt.
The moon itself hang on an invisible ceiling, silently shimmering like a priceless shandilier
as it cast loose light on their leaves, sliding, glowing faintly with an enigmatic gaze...
I saw myself in them as I swiftly strode away.
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15-10-2009 @ 10:00 | ::hug.:: ::hug.:: ::theos.:: | | Helene52
15-10-2009 @ 10:51 | ::yes.:: ::up.:: ::up.:: | | χρηστος καραμανος
15-10-2009 @ 11:36 | The moon itself hang on an invisible ceiling, silently shimmering like a priceless shandilier
as it cast loose light on their leaves, sliding, glowing faintly with an enigmatic gaze...
I saw myself in them as I swiftly strode away.
::up.:: ::up.:: ::up.:: | | dr.rockthan
15-10-2009 @ 11:50 | awesome!!!! ::theos.:: ::theos.:: | | k13739
12-12-2009 @ 16:00 | One looked old, glorious as if it belonged to a distant, past greatness.
another was dying, bending, rotting into a thousand grey and brown hues
and a third, which had just barely oozed out of a nest of warm soil
together they stood in a cluster
::theos.:: Perfectly illustrated. Absolutely beautiful. | |  |
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