The Woods
I tread the path into the virgin wood
Behind me leaving mortals’ burdens drear
A life of ceaseless words misunderstood
Into a realm of still reflections clear
I fly untethered, feathers white, unfurled
Through arms of whisp’ring trees with fingers green
I peer into a pool, a placid world
Admire myself, expressions elfish, keen
Above the wat’ry face I lay, reclined
My eyes as stars outshine the darkness cold
With gleaming pupils, soul yet undefined
Eternal questions swirl and dreams unfold
Into the woods I flee, myself to know
To cleanse my soul from mortal life, my foe
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