The Map
So we wandered across the old forest,
Our shoes full of mud, our clothes covered in water
The rain poured down? as a waterfall would
The sticks and stones were our allies
As with every step
We could hear the crunching
Copyright © Zuhair Burmi | Year Posted 2023
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