into the wild, we take
stolen steps toward
open arms, barked in beckoning.
lit in shaded green,
autumn canopies shed like a scaly skin –
the newness spreads its carpet, and we
enter.
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poems and prose from a confused english student
into the wild, we take
stolen steps toward
open arms, barked in beckoning.
lit in shaded green,
autumn canopies shed like a scaly skin –
the newness spreads its carpet, and we
enter.
I wish this every time I visit your blog,
that may you get more readers/followers.
Cause you’re real good.
Keep it up! 🙂
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that is so sweet of you to say! i wish it too… but my current followers are wonderful! thanks so much, again.
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