The lush green landscape withers away from
my consciousness
I'm running from windowpanes
frosted
with my face pressed against the glass
watched you drive away
black stains appeared
on crumbled paper
The sunlight fades
and I feel the night closing in
wind chilling, whispering with
the trees
the image follows me
I'm running from windowpanes
memories of a haunted name
that enchants my reveries
and brings the rain
hiding the sunlight
on my skin
I'm running from windowpanes
and the frost within
by Ashley Dodge©
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