1. I move into the forest, full of thorns, high rising canopies and the dense undergrowth
.
the texture of the grass and thorns, flora and fauna, tiny flowers and creepy crawlies crumbling ( CRUMBLING)
.
2. I walk on, and I see the moon is broken into pieces by the tall deodar trees,
.
the broken pieces of the moon
fall from the sky and get stuck in the dense canopy in the darkness of the night, silver strands of moonlight dimly lit across the forest, hanging loosely from the trees

3. My hollw eyes look forward, my chest clenched by something familiar,
fear building up in my empty eyes ,
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eyes of crumbling faith and hope,
darkness...