The Withered Plane

I see a visionary plane so unreal
Its presence so full of grace
The warmth and love surrounds me
My heart has found its place

Suddenly the warmth evades
The love once present is slowly fading
The cold fog now encircles me
Shivers swiftly invading

Broken pieces of a heart now lay
Upon a frozen soil, where the serpent, slithers
The rigid air that once embraced me
A once surreal place, now withers

A drop upon my head
A trickle of hope, in a realm, filled, with despairs
Bringing joy to one, filled, with desperation
A reminder that life flows through toils and snares

Small, small drop
You must grow
Embrace the river inside
Bring life to the realm, flow.


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