The day in city along with smell of smog,
The frosty current embraced by taste of black,
I can't take it,
I escape,
To the deep shadows and timber song,
Fresh,
Silent,
Deep,
Raw,
Raw as flesh under my skin,
It calls and rouses blood within,
For the only place of real value,
A mystic flavor to behold,
Passage of secrets sent from divine above.
I've changed a soul, a form, an essence,
Reversed my being from savage touch of time,
No pain,
No hurt,
No disease,
No permanent life in desultory thrall,
Secured entirely in relish,
Each night flavored with the sound of the lyre,
Newfound surrounding makes me free.
And so each day with playful sigh,
When this old soul sets on fire,
I'll reach the forest and admire,
The mystery within.
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Werifesteria ~ To wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery.
I love spending time in the magical world of forest, exploring and photographing secret life of its inhabitants. ♥
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