Indigenous

Hidden in the leaves is a village.

Unknown to machine,

Untouched by man with the knowledge,

Knowledge of a fruit,

Who’s skin yields seeds.

Hidden in the leaves is a village.

Connected to a river,

Where thoughts run ramped.

Hearts race,

As the game gets closer.

The scent of a deer,

Maybe even an Elk?

Hidden in the leaves is a village.

Intertwined by thorns; which bare roses.

Hearts race,

As the fish spatter from time to time.

Look did you see?

See what?

Your beauty or the sea?

In the midst of the morning,

Til the midst of dawn,

A basking cloud of emotion permeate,

Deeply within…

A hunter slips on fitted boots,

A gatherer laces up fitted shoes,

Made from the same game.

Hidden in the leaves is a village,

There’s a lake filled with the hearts blood.

If we fall,

Hope that the lake is deep.

Nothing compares to a bottomless,

Red sea.

The days seem short,

With each hour that pass.

Wishing each moment will last.

Last forever,

An eternity worth living.

Hidden in the leaves…

-Neseknows

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