Mystical In My Walk

Veiled within a dark green shade, the forest alternates shadow and light,    
playing with truth and myth, awakening the sylvan spirit to come alive,      
and share the light of the truth.......the tiny smallest movement is caught    
inside a thiik forest, when a bird alights, when a beetle cracks a weed.    
an empty space where the sounds travel fast between the trees, and      
the sight,  is somehow left out, to enhance the hearing reception...    
     
The pines are mute save of a suspicious breath that comes from      
the adjacent mountain cool, and clean...a mixture of dusty umber earth      
and gray stones altogether compose the ground of a space long since forgotten...    
     
'' Now surfaced....teeming with life resuscitated.back to its original childhood.    
pure and innocent..''    
     
The doll stone houses still witness the perennity of the joys, the stability    
of the hearts and its intrinsic feelings, fed from mother earth fostered      
by nature and its genuine dust, its air, its wind, its rivers and the lessons    
learned inside the school, all is uprising again like being just initiated    
with truth, poesy and love..  
   
   
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