The oak trees faded...
Those pending works...
Can die tomorrow....
Says the shady canopy...
The starlight was creepy..
Weird like zombies...
That live when I wake up...
The greenery is vibrant...
But its strings broke....
The blue sunken garden
Can be found shaking
Beneath the dark sea...
A place to love...
A heaven to feel....
The air can distort....
Even the unified....
But the vines I lost....
Is open and alive..
©bluevines
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