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Your Green
Contributed by
HonestInk
on
Sunday, 8th February 2009 @ 02:25:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I'm standing at the edge of that so familiar forest. Ready to lose myself on, paths warn too deep visited in dreams. And become comfortable there. Running, past frames hanging from limbs. Memories held by cedar, oak, pine. Burned into my head. Each trunk filled with every touch. Flying so fast, playing as a movie only, we can see. But I've only begun to live it. Slow down. Slow down, take in my Emerald City. You call home. Never leaving.
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2009-02-08 14:25:29] (Date/Time posted on
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