On nights such as this, I feel that I am the last tree in a forest gone, but their screams remain in each blade of grass,...
On nights such as this, I feel that I am the last tree in a forest gone, but their screams remain in each blade of grass,...

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On nights such as this, I feel that I am the last tree in a forest gone, but their screams remain in each blade of grass, reminding me what was once beautiful.
© 2020 By Duane Kirby Jensen,
5 x 7 ink wipe on yupo medium

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