Window to the soul

by Valiantpenguin   Feb 9, 2018

My eyes are the trees
Brown roots with green breaking through
My eyes hold the wonder of life
Of birth, death, rebirth
My eyes hold shadows and darkness
Lurking beneath the green canopy
Stories. Monsters.
Monsters that eat at me day and night
Lurking in the shadows
Unseen. Unheard.
Coming out when I want to hide them the most


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