Out of free mists
Out of twisted vines
From the shadows
From the bayou
I come
From hard times
and early risings.
From pain
and suffering
From fresh loss
and old happiness
I come
From old scars
and new wounds
From broken antlers
and whole spirit
From whispering leaves
and swaying branches
I come
From dark green forests
where secrets are
kept
and mosquitoes
buzz
From mountain
after mountain
From hard losses
and easy wins
I come
From complex life
to simple passing
From joy
and
sorrow
To greener pastures
I will go
My circle complete
Mudawar
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Out of free mists
Out of twisted vines
From the shadows
From the bayou
I come
From hard times
and early risings.
From pain
and suffering
From fresh loss
and old happiness
I come
From old scars
and new wounds
From broken antlers
and whole spirit
From whispering leaves
and swaying branches
I come
From dark green forests
where secrets are
kept
and mosquitoes
buzz
From mountain
after mountain
From hard losses
and easy wins
I come
From complex life
to simple passing
From joy
and
sorrow
To greener pastures
I will go
My circle complete
Mudawar
Created for a contest that I didn't win.
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