Protean water condensates in the Winter Forest,
Weighing on air
Until it breaks.
Falling to the earth,
To seed the flowers
That do find their roots.
of Good and Evil,
Love and hate,
Linger in the thoughts of Troglodytes.
The gasp sounds
Of a Sunflower in the Winter Forest.
Becoming yellow in a glow,
Open to the music of quiet.
The Flower gulps a last breath and withers alone in the wind.
And the Troglodytes…
Of unfit or the due.
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Photography by eberhard grossgasteiger