Away from me

Fall on the way side in the afternoon.


I sob now besides the hollow tree,

The oak,



Your darkened hair recedes into the heavy mist,

Your eyebrows sliver into scattered sunbeams.


Away from me.


Lost in the bitter goodnight,

Hollow in acknowledgment,

The dirt moist from the heavy rain before it.


The image of you flakes,

In my mind,

Ruined by age.


Apples grow from the moisture of the clouds,

Flaked portraits unveil the truth behind destiny.


Undone in the bitter wind,

I willow by the hollow tree no more.


No more..


No more…


Must you remain away from me


◄ They Must See!

Speaking softly ►


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