Gone


I walk into the woods
It's so quiet, so still
Where is the breeze?
I reach the open meadow
Grass is tall, flowers in bloom
Where is the buzz?
At the edge, it's green no more
Hardened ground, venous cracks
Where is the bustle?
Up in the sky
Clouds roll in, almost dark
Where is the breath?
I used to hold

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