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Nov 2014
alone in this zone
surrounded by trees
that drown the sound around me.
There is a luminous numinous light;
catching a finch's feathers just right
and making me wonder if I'll leave a sillage in time
like it's wings left in the sky.
or like the tide in your eyes;
left in my heart.
Nemophilist:a haunter of the woods/one who adores its beauty and solitude
Numinous:fearful yet interesting, in awe but inspired
Sillage: a trace of something in space that had been and has past
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