No forest

The shortest way to a heart, cold and lonely

A path painted with the colour of fall

This tree tells a story of every beating season

Where is the glory

Many steps


Everything will come together

In the end.


Every forest that i know

I count the rings

Somewhere in the middle


It is the truth.


◄ No story

No death ►


Nicola Beckett

Wed 2nd Sep 2020 23:19

Beautiful as usual x

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