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Early morning
As the day breaks
She wades into familiar water:
A river walked a thousand times
Her home, the forest all around
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In the first light
As her voice shakes
She calls out, once, into the silence
Hoping that it answers back
Her name an unfamiliar sound
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She hasn’t been here in awhile.
As fishes swim around her feet
She wonders if she still remembers
How to great the breaking dawn
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Then she looks beneath, and sees
Each step has made a circle.
The ripples in the river
Have been leading her home along
About the Creator
Joelle E N
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
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