Waiting at the forests edge
The valley filled with fog
Go don’t go
In a mile the sun comes out
Tag: poetry
Seeking Solitude
A day in the forest.
Flowers flowering.
A gentle breeze.

When the moon is full.

When the moon.
The clouds will sing.
A silent nocturne.
Drop by drop
Drop by drop
drip by drip
we get released
from winters grip
Seeking Solitude
A day in the forest.
Flowers flowering.
A gentle breeze.
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