Run With Me Into the Woods
O! Dearly beloved;
Run with me into the woods,
Into the solid shrubbery
Where the burning has not yet consumed,
A long way away to the deeper end,
Where the land hasn’t yet been cursed by hands of man,
The grasses are alive with their unvarying heads swaying sideways
And the birds competently song their song,
Faraway far you could hear the forest cry;
Its sweet tear bathes the bitter terrain,
Let’s go in to that beautiful rain_!
Let’s leave the world that holds us in contempt and disdain,
Let’s forget about the pain;
Or what we could lose or gain.
O! Dearly beloved;
Run with me into the woods,
Into the solid shrubbery
Where the burning has not yet consumed.
Copyright © Mpho Leteng | Year Posted 2016
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