Silent Pines - Dustin Vado

There is no ocean near
Only silent pines
Breathing centuries
Of lonely crests


I smoke in their tinder box
The sound of waves
Disguised as breeze
Setting languid horror


Infinite solace
With introverted breasts
Sprouting from granite
Formerly submerged


A watchtower
Without an alarm
Sounds no break
For tortured morning
Only wind
To fan the flames
Of luscious green
Stretch marks and sky

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