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Moss in Lincoln Park

the marked trees fluorescence looked mystic in the fog the bark wet and dark leaving the stained green stark some kind of cryptic symbol of moss that covered all i am certain they did not mind life had finally sprung might the jaywalkers or transient residents take heed the glow may shine into the blacks … Continue reading

Transient Nature

Each boulder in the sand Leaves imprints in this land, Sticking if only for a second To be washed away, I reckon. Each tree that grows so tall Will grow older and older and fall, Once a brilliant obelisk to creatures Lays on the forest floor littered. Each life that is born to-day Is given … Continue reading

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