
I embrace the silence
in the face of the moon
I hear the laughter
of the child in the woods
I seek mountain views
in clear blue air
I feel the soft hand on my face
Note: Sometimes I see the poem I wrote at 6:00 o’clock in the morning in a new light at 9:00 pm . Wonder if anyone will notice the rewrite?
I loved that picture! The tree shadows making horizontal lines throughout the path.
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