Holy_Grail

Nigeria

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How hard it is

September 23, 2020

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How hard it is for me to watch as my leaves wither and fall under the lightness of the air unto a carpet of their dead brothers.
Everything spelt 'green and joy' over the gardens, flowers bloomed, figs smiled under the warmth of the sun's rays and as soon as it was sunset, and the sun would hide behind those flowers and shimmer its presence in pure richness and ecstasy upon them, I'd smile and wonder why I'm the only tree dying in the middle of spring.

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  • rainandsonder

    "How hard it is for me to watch as my leaves wither and fall under the lightness of the air unto a carpet of their dead brothers." love that opening line!


    5 months ago