ForEverGlades

picture it , just humour me-
a land of prickly pines
damp with dark,

a place of stunted root
growth, no bulb, no
bristly leaves to
bloom
,

just sticky weeds n’
crickets peekin’
through,

‘neath the dwindlin’ of
a whisky sour
moon.

now picture it,
you and i, but just
the fumes

freed into night’s
murky dark
.

image: https://paintingvalley.com/dark-landscape-painting

image: https://displate.com/blog/concept-art-that-will-blow-your-mind-away

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