#791-Unseen
30/09/2019
Tree-lined slopes,
Giving way,
To bare aridity.
Nature in transition, and
Peaceful harmony.
Something inside says:
It looks strange.
Where did I learn,
To expect,
How it should be?
Reality is hard,
And beautiful.
Shadows dance in the distance,
Silently.
Unseen.
Under a blue sky.
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