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3d
I met me in the forrest

amongst the restless trees

where everyone is everything

and no one can be free

and there I walked without a word

so conscious, yet asleep

shaking in the pheasant ferns

across the wires, embedded deep

looking for the lonely souls

that gave me all I knew

I met me in the forrest

my eyes so lost and true

and when I found the golden path

I watched me walk above

so simple, yet so far away

the only truth...was LOVE....
Written by
Michael Goodwin  72/M/United Kingdom
(72/M/United Kingdom)   
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     guy scutellaro
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