indigo pumice
Moonlit whispers through leafy apertures,
and wind whistles through glistening meadows.
I am once again alone—
beneath starlit skies of fading hues.
The crickets sing in melodies of blue,
matching symphonies of the gushing creek.
Fireflies drift, painting starlight,
and leaves dance in the night’s romance.
To the forest of remedies,
to heal the cracks in trees.
I walk the path traced by leaves,
wander through the wondering etches,
painting sketches of the fae’s misery—
I know not of firefly cities.
To the ancient, I go.
Beneath its hollow shell I stroll.
I search for the heartbeat in its husk,
seek the voice that there once was.
And as fungi bloom in memory’s marrow,
I venture further into the unknown.
I trace the roots that reach for soil,
cling to puddles of storm-born toils.
For in this forest, no life exists—
only hope of the broken,
and dreams of rot and guilt.
foggy nimbus
near wyvern
lament bridge
austere barn
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sour raptor
rugged topaz
jaunty trail
safe quartz
tropic berry
solemn walrus
plush lava
