A man once lived in the woods
A friend to animals and plants alike
Communication was key to never act in spite
The birds they sang in trees to fell
After years a space for light to dwell
An opening in the canopy
A breach in the clouds
Rain that reach to touch the ground
A sound a crash not thunder nor tree
The man left in rain coat to find and see
A hot air balloon hand landed in the space of the tree
A maiden of beauty a wife to be
So listen to nature trust believe
As always peace and love from me to you
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzia day ago in Fiction
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