{"id":1985,"date":"2024-01-21T11:52:03","date_gmt":"2024-01-21T11:52:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=1985"},"modified":"2024-02-05T21:08:16","modified_gmt":"2024-02-05T21:08:16","slug":"rotten-roots","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/rotten-roots\/","title":{"rendered":"ROTTEN ROOTS."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
The Rotten Roots beneath the sky.
A tale untold, a darkness sown,
In soil where despair is grown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beneath the surface, twisted and old,
A story of decay, silently told.
Whispers of the past, a haunting sound,
Echo through the roots, deep underground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A garden once vibrant, now lost in time,
The Rotten Roots, a solemn rhyme.
Each tendril weaves a bitter tale,
Of dreams that withered, hopes that frail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Decay creeps in, unseen, unheard,
The Rotten Roots, a graveyard stirred.
Through the earth’s veins, a venom seeps,
A legacy of sorrow, where silence weeps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet, in the midst of this darkened gloom,
Sprouts resilience, a bud in bloom.
From the decay, a lesson learned,
The Rotten Roots, a bridge once burned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For in the soil, life finds a way,
To rise above the shadows’ sway.
A chance for renewal, a brand new start,
The Rotten Roots, a beating heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the garden of time, where stories grow,
The Rotten Roots, a paradox to show.
From decay springs life, a paradox true,
A testament to strength, rebirth anew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In shadows deep, where secrets lie,The Rotten Roots beneath the sky.A tale untold, a darkness sown,In soil where despair is grown. Beneath the surface, twisted and old,A story of decay, silently told.Whispers of the past, a haunting sound,Echo through the roots, deep underground. 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