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Whispers from the Wood

Galaxystar

Galaxystar

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The wood breathes
and gives birth
to its secret wings.
The wind recites
a forgotten poem.
Trees become spires
and whisper mantras
to heal the world.
They whirl and wriggle—
in vain.
Owls wear crowns
and watch ferns
and misty moss.
They know this time,
and want to hear
a lullaby to sleep tight.
The moon becomes
drunk and points
toward the poison ivy.
They talk about
Mother Earth,
who coughs
and weeps, her hands
stained with blood.
Together they talk about Time—
a prisoner
to war and crime.
They see morality
dissolving like
melting rain.
The world is thirsty—
a cracked, barren land.
The forest cries,
and shakes like a trembling leaf.
The moon watches,
holding a helpless wand.
It pines to heal and change
the fissure in the human world.
 
Galaxystar said:
The wood breathes
and gives birth
to its secret wings.
The wind recites
a forgotten poem.
Trees become spires
and whisper mantras
to heal the world.
They whirl and wriggle—
in vain.
Owls wear crowns
and watch ferns
and misty moss.
They know this time,
and want to hear
a lullaby to sleep tight.
The moon becomes
drunk and points
toward the poison ivy.
They talk about
Mother Earth,
who coughs
and weeps, her hands
stained with blood.
Together they talk about Time—
a prisoner
to war and crime.
They see morality
dissolving like
melting rain.
The world is thirsty—
a cracked, barren land.
The forest cries,
and shakes like a trembling leaf.
The moon watches,
holding a helpless wand.
It pines to heal and change
the fissure in the human world.
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Wow nice one
 
The soil hums
with buried songs.
The river remembers
what time forgot.

Stars mourn softly,
foxes pray in fog,
and trees lean in
to listen.

Mother Earth coughs—
her breath is fire,
her bones, cracked cities.

Still, the forest sings,
asking only
to be remembered.
To begin again.​
 
Sweetheart said:
The soil hums
with buried songs.
The river remembers
what time forgot.

Stars mourn softly,
foxes pray in fog,
and trees lean in
to listen.

Mother Earth coughs—
her breath is fire,
her bones, cracked cities.

Still, the forest sings,
asking only
to be remembered.
To begin again.​
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"Reading your verses is like walking through a quiet forest—calming, profound, and filled with hidden treasures. Your words bring nature to life in the most enchanting way."
 
Galaxystar said:
The wood breathes
and gives birth
to its secret wings.
The wind recites
a forgotten poem.
Trees become spires
and whisper mantras
to heal the world.
They whirl and wriggle—
in vain.
Owls wear crowns
and watch ferns
and misty moss.
They know this time,
and want to hear
a lullaby to sleep tight.
The moon becomes
drunk and points
toward the poison ivy.
They talk about
Mother Earth,
who coughs
and weeps, her hands
stained with blood.
Together they talk about Time—
a prisoner
to war and crime.
They see morality
dissolving like
melting rain.
The world is thirsty—
a cracked, barren land.
The forest cries,
and shakes like a trembling leaf.
The moon watches,
holding a helpless wand.
It pines to heal and change
the fissure in the human world.
Click to expand...
Beautiful one
 
Galaxystar said:
The wood breathes
and gives birth
to its secret wings.
The wind recites
a forgotten poem.
Trees become spires
and whisper mantras
to heal the world.
They whirl and wriggle—
in vain.
Owls wear crowns
and watch ferns
and misty moss.
They know this time,
and want to hear
a lullaby to sleep tight.
The moon becomes
drunk and points
toward the poison ivy.
They talk about
Mother Earth,
who coughs
and weeps, her hands
stained with blood.
Together they talk about Time—
a prisoner
to war and crime.
They see morality
dissolving like
melting rain.
The world is thirsty—
a cracked, barren land.
The forest cries,
and shakes like a trembling leaf.
The moon watches,
holding a helpless wand.
It pines to heal and change
the fissure in the human world.
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