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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When Contradicting Images Reveal More Than Logic
I have a history of analyzing the utterly brilliant and soul-touching poetry of Mesh Toraskar. It seems I’m unable to read his poetry and move on with my life, as each line, each half-line, each word is so rich with imagery, references, concepts, et cetera, that it requires taking slow, quiet time to fully appreciate it all. He took quite a long break at the beginning of the year before returning in April with the stunner, “fresh terror to love.” He has published two more pieces since then, one poem and one Feast narrative, both of which I highly recommend. You’ll quickly deduce that I will recommend everything this man has written. Anyway, I promised to come back when words were no longer failing me and I did not. A lot has happened to me and it simply has not stopped, yet this is no excuse for being mute to the following beauty.
By Mackenzie Davis6 days ago in Writers
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