Dance with shadows
Whisper to the trees
Embrace the wild wind
your long-lost child
Blood is thicker than water
Rain fills the void
the place that was yours
that will always be yours.
Bloom and bracken
Baptised by leaves.
In frost and ice
eyes crimson and gold see right through us
Sometimes
our best isn't good enough.
Seasons change.
Myths forgotten by the day.
In the perverse splendour of chaos
we are cursed by hope, pathos, and absurdity.
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