Trees and Ashes

So now that we walk on ashes, and the moon falls and crashes, down into the ocean with nobody else to find it. The trees repeat faces, their feelings lost in braches. Separate myself from these, that tempts my heart to play, sing and see.

Would anyone smell flowers that bloom in carbon paper? Breathing in secrecy...
Cos the world outside is all tall trees and same ashes in harmony, no need for you and me. It's just you, or me.

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