Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash
eagles glide over mauve mountains
and two chairs with cozy blankets
meant for nestling by a campfire
await
on the edge of a pine tree forest
beside the rocky cliffs
above the blue winding river that sings
in the stillness of nearing twilight
they follow the trail to their nestling place
anticipating decline, but still unready
for the force of the wounding scene —
the chairs are faded and rickety now,
blankets muddy and frayed humpty dumpty little star how are you
vestiges of too many years
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wow, I was sucked in by the first line, having to reread it to fully appreciate it. I love the scene you set and the emotions it drew out