In this wood,
In parts overgrown
I walked alone,
Yet I had a myriad tree
For company.
Then the rain came
And I was free,
For I am part
Of the wood’s heart
Which lives in me.
In this wood,
In parts overgrown
I walked alone,
Yet I had a myriad tree
For company.
Then the rain came
And I was free,
For I am part
Of the wood’s heart
Which lives in me.
you know how to grow as well…excellent
Thank you. You are very kind. Best wishes, Kevin
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, which is much appreciated.
How beautiful.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem. Kevin
Stunning piece, Kevin!
Thank you, Eugenia! Best wishes, Kevin
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