Closer to Eden

A field of light, along a
shore of green, with
endless shadows jostled
mercifully from heavenly
golden, slowly reaching
back

and

forth

and

back

and

forth.

Traces of dew carelessly
flows on, a stream of
innocence obediently
following behind. Cool
morning shadows keep to
their own, the sounds of
footsteps sweetly chiming
back

and

forth

and

back

and

forth.

Along nostalgic darkness where
bitter gales come, though the
humid winds sings sweetly
through. Graciously, tactlessly
filled with stories untold, sincere
promises never remembered
again, as if seconds slip by
from the moments of the
Earth. A little pride here, a bit
of vanity there, though the
scythe swings
back

and

forth

and

back

and

forth.

Dancing with melancholy,
lachrymose nearby. Old
voices laugh foolishly, sagacity
forever in their weary, wrinkled
smiles. Life becomes blood, flowing
endlessly in an ocean of verdant
and yellow, swaying
back

and

forth

and

back

and

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