#457-Evolution
31/10/2018
In my youth,
I felt the green.
A harmonious calm.
One day,
Streaks of worry appeared.
Warm yellow edges,
With a hot burning essence.
Life’s rivers,
Flowing with time.
Inescapable.
It’s just nature,
The voice whispers.
But it burns,
My mind screams.
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