Moments of time
rustled in the wind
as trees began
hymns of mourning.
The air shifted and
leaves changed
with phoenix heat,
awaiting rebirth.
And the seasons
changed once more.
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
seasons
Moments of time
rustled in the wind
as trees began
hymns of mourning.
The air shifted and
leaves changed
with phoenix heat,
awaiting rebirth.
And the seasons
changed once more.
