By Isreal John
I wanna walk into the woods till I’m lost,
Till my knowledge of everything to come,
And everything before is gone,
Till everything I see is new.
Lately, the leaves fall too quickly,
Too fast to tell what’s come, or gone,
What’s old, or new.
The wind whispers,
Move, move, move,
Silence your cries
Swallow your sorrow
Shield your roots
Survive or wither.
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