with the light shining
through the trees
and the birds singing
I get lost in the aroma
within the forest.
The forest,
a familiar place
but the feeling is so
different,
it has it's own time...
no seconds,
no minutes,
no hours,
just the time it holds
onto you.
only
letting you go
after the light
fades away
and the birds stop singing.
1987
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