Temple In Landscape

Phantomic land of pro-creator

Entrance beveiled of dark

This rusty wood of nothingness

Placed mask upon my past

Dusty ways of forgotten tongue

Remembrances fulfill my lungs

Collision of future and the past

Shrine for all moments to last

Here is the temple of gutted lies

Here is where poison sears, dies

Here to put astray all blames

To watch the world wither

To watch it fade away

Foliage answers to touch of feet

Now wind is wiser, sanctity of trees

Their crowns still whisper

With voices of their own

They too have memories

They keep for so long

Thoughts are flying with the wind

Sometimes falling with the rain

From the Earth the same we're grown

The same spirit streams through all

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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Now wind is wiser, sanctity of trees

Their crowns still whisper

With voices of their own

Really lovely work!


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jhamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

Thank you for a wonderful read.


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

"Dusty ways of forgotten tongue

Remembrances fulfill my lungs

Collision of future and the past

Shrine for all moments to last

Here is the temple of gutted lies

Here is where poison sears, dies"

Epic poetry! Really epic... One of those .. where you read a line,, and take a stance... think and then get lost

Great my friend...:)


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Gentle Fist 4 years ago from Serbia Author

Thanks you all for commenting, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed composing this! :)

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