Bluebell Woods
path of bluebells briefed
oaken limbs breathe caution's wind
immanence emits
Lavender lips of light spill forth her embrace
brushed soft glints of splendor 'cross my eye
left low, an aura hanging on a breeze still
night moons burn engulfing her grace
Fearless thy sight, guide where mist taints
tired trails forged, drapes heavy irons held
release past pains, painted in amber tones
and shine steady, lifting up a weary soul
spirits held still
onward notions pure
reverence withdrawn
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