Not a sound
Escaped.
the underlying venom On hold,
Now unfolding subtlely.
Filled to the brim,
Long lasting laughters,
you Unexpectedly turn and go.
Xanthein light beaming through.
-
the Canopy of leaves
Against the dust particles
in the Cold, unfeeling bracken.
Thus, for now, we make our way,
into the Unforeseen path ahead.
Silent and capricious.

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