Ever

by TotaMariee   Aug 10, 2008


The tree's in the dawn of the Forest.
The smell of new wood,
and damp grass,
embracing me into its peacefulness.
The ancient Stone wall
covered in moss and cracks.
Cracks that recall a thousand tales from the past of its life,
each one with a beginning and end,
a weep, a tear,a love,a joy.

Only when the eyes meet with the sorrow or a crying wolf.
Only when these lips break the stitches.
Only when the sun breaks the shadows in my wonderland,
will my soul ever leave you.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Skyfire

    "The ancient Stone wall
    covered in moss and cracks.
    Cracks that recall a thousand tales from the past of its life,
    each one with a beginning and end,
    a weep, a tear,a love,a joy."

    I loved the imagery here!