Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Smallest Crevices of My Soul

I followed the forest path,
as far as it would go. 
And when it went no more, 
I pushed my way through.

The trees huddled around as the sun twinkled down; 
the leaves rustled with the soft wind,
and crunched beneath my feet. 

I breathed deep,
inhaling the fresh, crisp air 
into the smallest crevices
of my soul.

 Love always, 

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