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6h
Ribbons of light spiraling through my mind,
each droplet a prism forms colors entwined.

Beams through the canopy, flickering dance,
natures voice calling,Β Β staccato romance.

Light chases shadow, eternally bound,
to battle forever, no victor be crowned.

A rushing of air, landscape transformed to motion. Leaves swirl to the ground, while trees bend in devotion.

Steps create patterns, soon water will fill.
My heart can beat softly, my mind almost still.

I walk and I bathe in the calm of this place, I am safe and I am happy in my forest space.
Written by
Paul  45/M/Newcastle
(45/M/Newcastle)   
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       avi, Pradip Chattopadhyay, Emma and Mister Truth
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