I Spoke To Trees: 16~ Roaming The Halls

 

Roaming the halls 16:

Roaming the halls

Fresh

Mown

Path

As new

 

to me

In black 

and white 

A foreign place

Walking 

Amongst the fallen 

I have heard

Seen

Fought

And flown 

In trouble 

With 

What lust

A memory 

For yesterday holds 

The ones

I pollarded

And once

Held dear