Withered
embedded in to soil leaning never toil
untapped potential to be saped, bells chiming echoing
Elo...Veh to the four corners of the world
basking and bathing in blueish matter
in shallow pools of raindrops, sprinkling dew
about the brick red shingled rooftop

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