Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

Beneath the Trees

I lived through
So many times
Places ,too

I felt in me
The softest wind
Beginning to blow
How journeys start
How far to go
With the heart

I felt such things
Like the wind that blew
Beneath the trees
Stirrings , in you

I cannot hear 
I must listen to my heart
For like a book 
It will open
With you
Together
Never apart 

Beneath trees
I found you
You, found me
Such stirrings
Softest wind
That blew
On a journey

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