Fourth Hour Prompt – SH

Lay upon the splintered wood, easily discarded, now unheard

Once a beauty of divine delight, an energy restored to earth

Mastery to seduce the faintest of ears, long ago.

Pity the eyes that look upon unable to let go.

Shambles of fools.

A key memory of degradation embedded within the moss

The universe restores everything in nature.

Including, yes, even us.

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