Summer Harvest
Photo / Steve Dean Mendes / @steve_dean_mendes
Model / Dovile / @dovileparis
A blue breeze
Raised upon the nirvana,
She recalled
That only what abide
Were inanimate flowers to harvest.
She asked the Ents,
If they ever lived or only in her mesmerized mind.
Time then dissolved into annihilation
Water succumbed to despondent despair
The banks once salted by vanished tears,
Dried life out of all the omnipresent beings,
A numb drought has befallen.
She closed her heart,
Sealed her Soul,
She grasped the awareness that Dead Ents would speak no more,
And that even dead flowers where once born pure.
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