Lost myself,
In the woods one day,
With trees and bees,
That look like words.
Thoughts of mine,
Make distant sounds,
Like fluttering wings,
Of evening birds.
Little forest path that winds,
Bends and curls,
Through shrubs and vines,
Stretches on for miles and miles.
Who knows,
Which way it goes.
Whichever way,
T'will be my home.
8 comments:
Wonderful site! With magical words, the title drew me. I'll return.
Hmmm... LOL
Tumblewords: Thanks ... I am coming to yours now.
Maddy:
They say poetry is to be felt :-)
Vasu:
If it isn't the songbird!
amazing imagery.. and yet, am sure this also means sth completely different.. :-)
But it means just what you want it to mean :-)
Nice! I'm hope you find meaning.
I think this is my favorite of your's so far. I wonder what kind of words bees would be, not good ones I imagine. ^_-
Ebun:
Or may be it will find me!
Eric:
Depends on what you want it to be ;-)
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