Base Root

Crickets tickle the night air with their death songs
I ask why I am taking so long
Why I sit stuck in time when life is so short
But perhaps a lifetime is relative
They sing their replies
Nervous chirps that announce a looming night
That the end of all things always arrives
At dawn

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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