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Wild Woman
The wild woman of the woods observes
As I fumble along the forest floor
Groping for coniferous curves
Under a myriad of moons, I slept on beds of rotting roses
Foraged for fatal fungus
Until all that grew under my feet decomposed
I sought a path undiscovered, but soon uncovered
I lost more than my sight
On old growth's grip, where shadows smothered
Discerning dryad, ever wise
Never uttered a sound, nor led me by hand
Still, her aurora illuminated the skies
A once incandescent intuition relit with nurture
Cast a light on the trials and the tracks
Reveal my true nature
© poetrybybex
As I fumble along the forest floor
Groping for coniferous curves
Under a myriad of moons, I slept on beds of rotting roses
Foraged for fatal fungus
Until all that grew under my feet decomposed
I sought a path undiscovered, but soon uncovered
I lost more than my sight
On old growth's grip, where shadows smothered
Discerning dryad, ever wise
Never uttered a sound, nor led me by hand
Still, her aurora illuminated the skies
A once incandescent intuition relit with nurture
Cast a light on the trials and the tracks
Reveal my true nature
© poetrybybex
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