by aaronyambrickFondulac, Wisconsin, USA
Jul 2010 384 Views 6 comments
The Wild
In the pod of natures curve,
I seek for the misplaced and undisturbed.
I turn wide eyes to green,
soaking in the silence and the wind that runs through childhood dreams.
I find thickets and thorns that cant deceive.
I find cliffs and rocks with the washed away lies that were carried down stream.
I find myself with torn flesh and bloody knees.
I find the truth of the woods in a hard truth underneath.
I seek for the misplaced and undisturbed.
I turn wide eyes to green,
soaking in the silence and the wind that runs through childhood dreams.
I find thickets and thorns that cant deceive.
I find cliffs and rocks with the washed away lies that were carried down stream.
I find myself with torn flesh and bloody knees.
I find the truth of the woods in a hard truth underneath.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Comments (6)
To find oneself via such a journey through nature's curves to the truth of the woods is quite remarkable. Thank you for sharing.