Poem: Roots

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mountains float like clouds in the distance

their existence seems timeless like the sky

the shadows that play on us,

trying to show us the light

captured we are in this vast sea of possibilities

caged we are in this modern society, losing value

trying to fit into a shape that is not us

calling out to others,

but forgetting our names

the corridors that we walk through

waves either heal or cut us,

water drips through

drips even through stone,

river is running dry

are we untouched by what life is?

the cold sweeps into our blood

as our roots keep on burning,

but we don't seem to see

the smoke that is rising

our souls tired, tired of walking in these shoes

who can still hear a howl?

people talk endlessly, but seldom listen

in love with their own words and voices

blind we become, as if these tears turn into ice

in the winter of our lives we'll lose everything we once knew

maybe even lose our minds, in which a ghost would

haunt those few memories that we cling to

a wolf searching for a path of old

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