meandering
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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