Caricamento in corso...

Center of the Forest

To the eyes I'll never meet and the ears I'll never torture

Compeers surround,
I’m filled with tourist.
If I hit the ground
Would I make a sound?
Here,
In the center of the forest.
 
Flowers are pray around here
I should have been florist.
Bouquets fastened with tears
As I watch them disappear
Here,
In the center of the forest.
 
Charlatans are birds,
Singing the most applicable chorus;
Connotations blurred.
Fortunately, the sun illuminates lyrics
Here,
In the center of the forest.
 
There’s going to be a storm today
And in this deadly tempest
I’m blown away–
Meandering to my grave
Here,
In the center of the forest.
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