seeing the forest
the branches that hang so bare
all twisted in their winter nakedness
speak in silent words that tumble
down the bark onto my feet;
guiding them step by step,
like a shepherd, gently coaxing
me to where i need to be
all twisted in their winter nakedness
speak in silent words that tumble
down the bark onto my feet;
guiding them step by step,
like a shepherd, gently coaxing
me to where i need to be
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