My World
Walking on shadowed path,
listening to songs of birds.
Bare feet covered in dust,
feeling the earth beneath me.
Breezes singing threw the trees,
caress my naked arms.
The smell of the forest frees me,
My spirit feels transformed.
Deeper still I walk,
looking for my true form.
by Crystalin Patrick 6/27/2009
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