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Jan 2014
Your eyes are a forest;
Deep pools of green.
I try to navigate through,
But always become lost.
I cannot find my way out,
And would not if I could.

The tall, green pines shade me.
Always protecting me.
Keeping me safe; secure.

I feel them watching,
No matter where I turn.
No escaping them.
They go on for eternity.
Never ending forest.
Watching. Always waiting.
Patient and wise.

The forest is a doorway,
A secret keeper, a home.
I see myself, enveloped in the green.
This is where I belong.
I fell in love with the trees.
I fell in love with the green.
I fell, but I don’t mind, because
Your eyes are a forest.
Jessie Bowman
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Jessie Bowman
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   --- and Theia Gwen
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