Summer Harvest

Photo / Steve Dean Mendes / @steve_dean_mendes

Model / Dovile / @dovileparis

A blue breeze

Raised upon the nirvana,

She recalled

That only what abide

Were inanimate flowers to harvest.

She asked the Ents,

If they ever lived or only in her mesmerized mind.

Time then dissolved into annihilation

Water succumbed to despondent despair

The banks once salted by vanished tears,

Dried life out of all the omnipresent beings,

A numb drought has befallen.

She closed her heart,

Sealed her Soul,

She grasped the awareness that Dead Ents would speak no more,

And that even dead flowers where once born pure.

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