Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Beyond The Trees

I am out past the borders
wandering in conviction
rustling up the fallen leaves
dusting off my fiction

Elsewhere is where I'll be
chemically living a dream
withdrawn from banks of memories
crossed out of actualities

The wind whispers secrets to me
truths for ears who'll listen
tells me there's a bending river
appropriate for wishing

Scarcity exist in the outer limits
conjured remnants of the city
however, beauty is all abundant
and forever always becoming

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