Cursed with the words - you always drop the ball manage to bollix up the works you wind up fulfilling the envisioned role get up to the summit victory in sight, then down through self-sabotaging trap doors materialized to assist the spell happens when another swallows up your vocalizing core by trespassing on what's not theirs may never be found again until the mind rebels against the rusty bars, the slimy walls murk-wood forests of briers and thorns smith-designed to gouge out the identity to the oblivion of forgetfulness there has to be a reawakening of who owned the winter hills and knew the backwoods trees by their names hearing your musical dream
Remember the Trees
13
Feb