Pine Soul

Table tops covered as mist beyond the hills

Weeds grown wildy within the fields

As time rotates so does the world

Clouds fill up sounding as hurt

Ink stick delivered by paw

Light dark about to sore

Inhale the view at first sight

Push life into others with all might

Alarming when it rain showers

At the office left the trousers

Head out the dimension for an hour

Blust out as a long-gun

Starting to run had the race began?

Hazy thoughts with erected possibilities

Feeding off the stream

As the plants reach higher beams

The humans destroy what makes them dream

Seat of the soul

Reaching for the untold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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