The forest whispers secrets, old and true
A language only known, to me and you
The trees lean in, with branches wide
A canopy of wonder, where we reside
The leaves rustle soft, like a gentle hush
A soothing melody, that calms the rush
The forest floor, a carpet so green
A place of peace, where dreams are seen
In this quiet space, we find our way
Through the noise and chaos, of each new day
So let us wander, through the trees so tall
And listen to the wisdom, that echoes through it all.
The forest floor, a carpet so green
A place of peace, where dreams are seen
About the Creator
Albin
A Psychologist of Life Experiences...
Delighted to have you ...
Much Love.
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The Window
Like clockwork, the nightmare I desperately wanted to rid myself of every night, was back again. Alone in a room with a dim flickering light overhead, the silence deafening as I sat on the concrete floor. A small window on the wall in front of me, teasing the freedom I could have.
By Timberly Price5 days ago in Fiction
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