Darkness descends like rain
in the forest, cold and penetrating.
Wet leaves cling and weigh the soul
until it disappears into crevices
where life does not exist.
When one no longer sees,
does sun filter through the
branches to warm the heart?
The Looking Glass Of Life
Wetness clinging, weighing on the soul….wonderful thought
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