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The Wild Wood

by Caelen Trice 2 months ago in love poems
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A poem of love

I wrote her name upon the tree

Sun low and setting

I kept forgetting

The world that went on without me

The night was cool and songs were sung

Owls took to fight

Mice ran to and fro in fright

And yet I cannot remember where I had begun

I called her name into the wild wood

A lilting tone to my voice

I’d naught to regret in my choice

Rooted as I was to where I stood

I belong to the wild wood

I belong to her

I belong to the trees

And the world in which she rules

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Caelen Trice

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