This is a composition of some of my poetry, which is my true artistic passion. I write in free verse and I hope that you enjoy it!
Sunday, May 4, 2014
The Forest Dweller
Homeward bound,
our souls align
entering on,
shrinking down.
Two souls of kind upbringing
washed into the river
like drowning tubs of sorrow
lift up!
The forest dweller never sleeps
because he only dreams of
leafy things.
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