The Return
It was the day we've all been waiting for
with lips clamped in anticipation
and off in the distance, the brush is
rustling... signaling your return
You've been gone for many nights
and the new snow has long covered your tracks
the woods seem reborn and untouched by man
as if the world was young again and filled
with the spirits of the trees and rivers
The days of feasting under the harvest moon
and dancing with fawns
I have no idea what that was about but I thought I'd just start writing and see where it took me. I got my new video up. I wish I was 3.6% prettier. That is all. Peace out.
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