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Walking through the forest as I often tend to do.

I stopped and waited for a while

It smelled of nature’s dew

I closed my eyes, then peeked


To make sure that I’d left behind

The lonely part of me.

When I felt satisfied, I smiled and continued along

Leaving the place where misery lives

I’d left it far behind.

3:51 PM

Vera Robinson © 2015