11-04-2021, 02:48 PM
Grief
A tree falls silent
In the forgotten forest.
No one hears its fall.
Fendrod Lake
Still as liquid mercury
Spilled between trees and hills.
A lake a silence away
From a bombed out city,
Struggling to make sense
Of a world where industry
Is treated as history.
A bird sings high on a branch.
A song of sweet sadness.
Caught forever in the now.
A tree falls silent
In the forgotten forest.
No one hears its fall.
Fendrod Lake
Still as liquid mercury
Spilled between trees and hills.
A lake a silence away
From a bombed out city,
Struggling to make sense
Of a world where industry
Is treated as history.
A bird sings high on a branch.
A song of sweet sadness.
Caught forever in the now.
I saw the boys of summer in their ruin. Dylan Thomas.
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