Into the Essence of Cold

Wonder and wonder,
where all lies and goes,
between the roofs and the higher trees,
all of which melancholic.
Grieving with love,
what goes beyond this God forsaken place,
wretched with hope.

The desires of the green land
are desperate to evolve,
to become pure
and crystal.

All lost in the sea of faith
that I have heard about before,
somewhere in ancient lines
composed in a frigid time.

December 12 , 2013



    1. Thanks 🙂


  1. Deep and well thought out! 🙂 Nothing is lost – ever.
    Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to you!
    Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree ▲


    1. Thanks. Happy Holidays 🙂


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