the wind finds her rest
in the branches of flowers
remember the scent
the stag holds starlight
in his labyrinth antlers
sweetness of her fall
heaven wants our souls
nature craves the spill of blood
water and fire
he fights for justice
she brings him peace and delight
they trust together
About the Creator
Danielle Mullineaux
Lost dryad working to build a temple for her thoughts in the forest of her mind.
Or keep her sanity in the human experience.
Both are true.
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AUGUST 1976
I was listening to some reaction videos on the internet the other day when I "re-discovered" one of THE greatest and uniquely American songs I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. I forgot that Arlo Guthrie comes from a sturdy stock of great folklorists-namely his father Woody Guthrie. I associate Arlo with "Alice's Restaurant", so much so that I forgot he is an exceptional storyteller in his own right.
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