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Your Green
Contributed by
HonestInk
on
Sunday, 8th February 2009 @ 02:25:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I'm standing at the edge of
that so familiar forest.
Ready to lose myself on,
paths warn too deep
visited in dreams.
And become comfortable there.
Running, past frames hanging
from limbs. Memories held by
cedar, oak, pine. Burned into
my head. Each trunk filled
with every touch.
Flying so fast, playing as a
movie only, we can see.
But I've only begun to live it.
Slow down. Slow down, take in my Emerald
City. You call home.
Never leaving.
Copyright ©
HonestInk
... [
2009-02-08 14:25:29] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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