I live

I live in a snug den

into the woods

In a clearing

where there are blues and yellows

in the flowers of the vale.

…………………………………………….

The stars see me dreaming

and rejoicing at you.

The fireflies curl

in my corners.

…………………………………..

In springs

I go away with the daffodils

In autums

I ask fallen questions

to the harvest moon…

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I live in the heart of your darkness

in the midst of your days

shuffling their feet to me…

 

I believe in green…

Rain in an oak forest Rain in an oak forest by Ivan Shishkin.

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