First love
Scorches the earth
Etches itself in memory
Just like those words we spoke
Then why did those embers die
More real
There cannot be
But nothing lives in desolate lands
Where once the forests grew
And now eons gone by
Black gold is mined
(C) MS BACHELANI
Shafeesthougths Sept 2017
Travelling southbound London Overground, and it's a beautiful day.
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