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By Submitted by dragonfleyes Date: 2002 Nov 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.04.10.11.5223]] |
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i walk, drifting, in the way of the wind. The scent of scorched wood, enters the night, spiraling through the pockets of air. There is decaying moss, cloying to the dried clumps of earth, melting green faded against the fall. Gold shoots ripe across the horizon, veining the sky with its dying light. Mother natures loom, weaving lazy leaves descending to the forest floor. decaying moss, cloying to dried clumps of earth gold shoots ripe, veining through the sky earths loom weaving lazy leaves i feel the earth beneath me, old and ageless. For the loam embraces my limbs, tentatively caressing with its roots, waxen with evening dew. Damp trails of moisture, map my thigh. Branches tracing ancient trails, etched into my skin. For I am Terra Incognita, the land undiscovered. loam embraces my limbs, tentatively touching with its roots waxen with dew damp trails of moisture, mapping my thigh i am terra firma, discovered |