Of the forests
Tendons dark rooted
Drawing towards dusk,
Retreating in blue haze-
If there is little to say
Then they will not speak-
If there is little to speak
Then they cannot say-
The ground lies under,
Always-
As night turns to day.
Tendons dark rooted
Drawing towards dusk,
Retreating in blue haze-
If there is little to say
Then they will not speak-
If there is little to speak
Then they cannot say-
The ground lies under,
Always-
As night turns to day.
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