My Reminiscences
the Secret Cottage,
a forest trek where
sundown gently on
your face. Riverside
drifting.. the grasp seeds.
Forest game, heartbeat
of the wild nature,
inhuman natures
bloodstream chasing
the tormerting Faces.
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