The comfort of nature
Abandons in me
The spaces where once
I ran without fear
Trees with carved names
Paths covered in fallen leaves
I enter to stay
And I stay so I can leave
Again
To finish my search
Of that name
Where nature lost all comfort
But left a promise
Carved on a tree
That stopped growing
Since
November 14, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019
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