With quite a large measure of "limite surréaliste" I present this poem, birthed amid the sound of winds and rain.
Wilderness - 28 Oct 13
No path to follow
Feeling a hand
Taking mine
Leading me
Urging me on
Wanting to show
A secret
Help me to see
She waits
Patiently
Till the secret
Unfolds
It would be interesting to see where this trackless way through the wilderness leads.
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i love the way you ended this ~
ReplyDelete"She waits
Patiently
Till the secret
Unfolds"
i'd love to see more of the trek through the wilderness!
I do not know if there is anything further but I will look.
DeleteThank you dani ♥ for your Lovely comment,
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