sighs of the wounded trees

they'll come they'll eat they'll leave

love is the reason i'm telling you this

this light is one which can never be touched

they would really appreciate the loving scent of the flowers

there comes a time where everything seems upside down

counting the hours of the changing days


i sleep as the streetlight gets lost in the night of the sun


watch my back for me my dear friend


oh sure we all float down here

i could not be more terrified than when she turned to me and started laughing

when the world will collapse we shall leave

when i fell i simply turned blue

they ran by the surface of the lost

when they screamed the neighbors jumped in their seats

and you should hear the crying woman at the second floor

flying with the wind of consciousness

underneath lies the true mask

the silent rhymes of the living wolfs

exploring the surroundings of the mind

let us see through your trust

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it sounded like the wind blew at the dry leaves

hello.
my name is anna and currently i am 17 years old and my intentions with this blog is to inspire and fascinate and show you around in my messed up mind. i write poems and i usually find these sorts of pictures very inspirational.

i hope you find 'sighs of the wounded trees' special or maybe creepy or even beautiful.

now.
welcome to my mind.

followers of the trees

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