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Cascades

Giants creep through disguised as trees. Tiptoeing by the ancients asleep underneath. A deep slumber echoes from the ground. A blanket of silence filters the sound. The mist rolls in and the forest takes a breath. A crow takes flight and comes to a rest. This mossy rock becomes my throne In the center of my newly found home. My spirit wanders, and I wonder, What could ever pull me under? The dragon raises his lazy head. The cave has collapsed and the knight is dead. It is all a battle to stay afloat. To be the one with the strongest boat. The storm rolls in and takes us all. Some of us are likely to survive the fall. Footprints fade along the shore. The next adventure begs to be born. Breathe the frozen air and let it burn. Stitch together the pattern of what we have learned. Roll the fabric and put it away. They are just maps to treasures within my brain.

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Date: 5/9/2025 11:52:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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