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My woods
When you next see me I'll be lower than the roots of the trees, for they know I can lay here for hours upon hours without a murmer or a word as my day to day is fleeting and I never seem to return to look for the still world that I find with such ease on walking these woodland paths
and when the time comes where I should wander back, I know the sun will peek to warm me on my stroll right to my heels until I'm all the way back to the road, I will squint back at my woods, so eventual and content and know it wishes me well in my day with all the bussle and it will say you've had your seconds, but be on your way now.. don't get yourself tangled in my branches.
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and when the time comes where I should wander back, I know the sun will peek to warm me on my stroll right to my heels until I'm all the way back to the road, I will squint back at my woods, so eventual and content and know it wishes me well in my day with all the bussle and it will say you've had your seconds, but be on your way now.. don't get yourself tangled in my branches.
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