Almost entirely pine, spruce
Standing brave, glorious
A prelude to the spring
All over the mountains
All over my head
In the times of change
Misty forests
I want to be in those
Paint those
Become those
And never leave
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: March 16th, 2025 12:34
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
A metaphor of inner self comes to mind and well imaged and stated in most poetic form. Lovely
Thanks a lot, appreciate it 🙂
A sense of this is how i want to feel inside, a strong calm inner peace, enjoyed the read
Glad you like it! 🙂
You are very welcome
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