Glade
The forest glade all swathed in white
masked only by our misty breath.
That pristine floor now blemished by
the foreign footprints that we leave;
and now amid that perfect scene
the booming silence echoes.
The forest glade all swathed in white
masked only by our misty breath.
That pristine floor now blemished by
the foreign footprints that we leave;
and now amid that perfect scene
the booming silence echoes.
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