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Those that wander tend to be forgotten.
the songbird perched high up,
I wander many different paths, lost in this forest,
the melody is a far off tune I seem to trouble a hym.
she whispers my name calling for a new dawn,
my shadow stands long, though I feel uncertain,
I walk towards the brook, and the songbird is singing a new song.
I wander many different paths, lost in this forest,
the melody is a far off tune I seem to trouble a hym.
she whispers my name calling for a new dawn,
my shadow stands long, though I feel uncertain,
I walk towards the brook, and the songbird is singing a new song.
Published 12th Jul 2016
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12th Jul 2016 10:06am
12th Jul 2016 6:08pm
Nature never forgets us, but constantly reminds
us of what we're truly a part of.
Enjoyed your words. Welcome to DUP.
us of what we're truly a part of.
Enjoyed your words. Welcome to DUP.
16th Jul 2016 10:01am
17th Aug 2016 4:21pm
Nature has a way of drawing you in and being able to take in your surroundings and the meaning of life on all levels.... Lest we never forget to live.... Nice piece..
~BSavvy
~BSavvy
