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Aug 2018
Each stream flowing together blades
of grass growing swiftly, whispering of
haunting songs through pines blowing
softly in the mountain breeze.

Roaming silently among the wilderness
people mingle calmly through the night
waltzing with shadows of the mountain
pines.

People of the mountain pines they call
themselves, roaming freely with animals
wild, living the simple life from day to day
swimming in the rivers of contentment.

Life has been good, they have given their
love to the wilderness of nature's call, wandering
through the depths of darkness finding miracles
in the raw of true natures enchantment, where
mountains pines grow tall and free.


(Live Free and Follow your Heart)


By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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