Reminds me
of vast spaces
The pain and beauty
of isolation
Trees grown
on angles
of endurance
Taut cables
straining to stay
in line
It’s sound,
that constant voice
of desolation
Can you hear
it now?
(D. James)
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Reminds me
of vast spaces
The pain and beauty
of isolation
Trees grown
on angles
of endurance
Taut cables
straining to stay
in line
It’s sound,
that constant voice
of desolation
Can you hear
it now?
(D. James)
