The Boy
I ran through the trees
As free as the wind
On a golden day
On a golden breeze
Trees,
Whispered and sighed
I spoke to them all
The chestnut
The yew
The tall
The small
I ran along galleries
Touched tapestries
Connected to the stone
Took the great winding stair
And imagined everywhere
Days passed by
Everything to explore
Amongst trees
Amongst galleries
Everything to find
And more
A door that I found
A bronze arrow
Fixed in its’ centre
To touch
To open
Everything to find
And more
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