November 5, 2018

The mysterious hallows of the forest

The inevitable crunch of the dried leaves  

The sun gleaming through the thin trees,


Creating a vital path amongst the narrow road

With fog obscuring the way, I will lead.

Some will fall,

And the vital path will be gone.


This forest is dead,

And the season of rebirth will come again.

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