Trees and Time

Drawing © Maria Goundry

The trees are my friends
But even the trees can’t hear my
Melancholy
as the wolves run through the forest
and fall into the vast frozen hole
full of linen snow
full of silent rays
the vast hole of time
of society
and as their howls turn into barks
my screams turn into sighs
and as their hair turns into fur
my mind turns into ice
icy snow is all I see
surrounding the trees
icy snow catches time
and freezes life
icy snow is all I can say
after the vibrant rays
break the ice
and the wolves cry with sighs
fall into a womb of words
all makes sense
when you explain
all makes sense
when you forget the pain
the pain of time
The trees are my friends
I say
The trees are my friends
I pray
The trees are my friends
they can’t hear my cries
The trees are my friends
forget time
remembrance of time
is condescending to my mind

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