The Quiet Between Trees

The Quiet Between Trees
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A narrow road exhales into mist,
trees incline, deliberate, almost knowing,
the air gathers an unnamed presence,
and the world releases its weight.
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Footsteps dissolve before they arrive,
not sound, but a thinning of being,
the earth breathing upward through you,
time loosening its quiet grip.
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Leaves remember the act of falling,
rusted whispers under each step,
they do not resist the ground,
they enter it, endlessly becoming.
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Light fractures into a softened green,
thought dimming into something sacred,
each branch suspends the need for noise,
each shadow opening without edge.
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You walk, and are slowly unmade,
silence deepening into a form,
your breath aligning with what cannot be seen,
your name loosening from its shape.
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Then the cold arrives without warning,
not absence, but a sharpened clarity,
a lucid stillness settles in bone,
and you remain – radiant, and erased.
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02/05.04.2026
Update: 10.04.2026

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