Whisper (10mwc)

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The breeze it whispers through branches bare,

Dancing with souls who are no longer there.

From idle branches hang restless bones,

Of earth no more to the heavens now flown.

Ribbons of yellow mark final steps,

Whilst in the sun, now fading, swing lost bodies of regret. 


Influenced by Aokigahara

Created: Mar 31, 2014


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