Monday, 13 May 2013



woodland paths

through the mind

alive, with birdsong

sunlight, filtered through trees

slight breeze

her memories, eternal

her future, insecure

but what of the present

the moment

meandering, meandering

no certain direction

those feelings of rejection

so much introspection

not trusting - need for self-protection

yet, still - alive, with birdsong

walking the woodland paths

of her imagination

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