Walking in the Woods
together
we move through
the tall pines
he tells me
of the bad days
his words reaching
through the light
of an early autumn
there is a need here
in the pale shadows
the new morning
rots like an open fruit
together
we move through
the tall pines
he tells me
of the bad days
his words reaching
through the light
of an early autumn
there is a need here
in the pale shadows
the new morning
rots like an open fruit
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