Pardoning from the Gods


Spruce and pine.

What a victorious state of mind?

There is only an pardon from the gods.

A single cell producing an immediate choice.

Nonetheless, the basking beauty of the land holds the prevailing voice.

When the sun is out…

Still no refuge from a terminal chilled breeze

A sway to the winds.

A brave dance to begin.

Again and again, only a reprieve from the trees.

 

 

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