Depths of Towering Trees,
Blooming Flowers caress my feet,
As I ponder deeper through the brush.
A small bluebird flutters by,
I pull a branch from the interference of my eye,
Enclosed in a wall of Weaving Vines,
Stands an Abandoned Shadow.
Pulling back the thorn-thick entrance sealed,
A Stone Door is revealed.
Pushing against it's solid stubbornness,
I am unable to go inside.
So, I search.
Search for a way to its opening,
Under a Secret Compartment, the key,
Hidden from the blind eye below.
A small drop of blood seeps,
Pouring from my outstretched reach,
Punctured by the thorn inside.
Pinching the key in my hand,
I open the thick, Stone Door and stand.
Inside, I find nothing.
Nothing by barren twigs and Loneliness
A place of Forgotten Memories and all that's miss-ing.
Quietly I wander
Amongst the amiss debris asunder,
Wondering where each part belonged-
Realizing that they are Broken Pieces,
Broken pieces of your heart.
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