Roads are mirror imaged,
lost,
Buried beneath.
Blinding,
mist and fog.
No light
weighing above this scaled sky.
Warrior tress,
filling the forest,
like guards.
Rustling,
the sounds amoungst leaves,
sharing secrets.
"Listen inside the hollowness of the trees"
they say.
"and wait,
and wait,
and wait."
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