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Wilderness

Enter the endless Gallery, but here you are. 
With respect, you have achieved in partial
experience, the beauty of this World. 
Out of any door, masterpiece. 
 
Complimentary skylines, 
from Mountains topped w/ frozen Sunrise. 
 
Wine of the Nature's vineyard. 
The clouds display the colors brilliantly. 
Hills, rises from the skin, goosebumps in the breeze.
Your hair covers eyes, I brush whats left away. 
Deciphering, beauty in you, and today. 
 
We gaze from the place we took our rest.
A broken trunk, toppled ashore. 
Anchored to the sand, we grasped hands.
Making three careful steps, we were above the waves.
We sat listening to the chops. 
Calm at its finest. Truths, and company. 
Campfire cups of tea. Sights of wonder. 
I was in such a state of mind, honest comfortability.
 
The journey had taken us shortest in miles.
Longer in sight, but farthest in mind. 
Time now behind us, we left our footsteps, our words.
But memory is something will keep intact. 
Rain was not to wash away the feelings. 
I would take these forever, without corrosion, certainty not erosion. 
 
They will become weathered, and aged, but not forgotten. 
Just as the tunnels we made w/ eye contact
will always hold the same weight. 
What form? What shape? Does it matter?
We have it, and its being held. 
 
The howls of wolves in the forests brought me awake.
Hearing the Night, seeing the Moon. Surrounded. 
Not only by growing darkness, but pure beauty. 
We kept beneath the stars,
as the last bit of honey fell w/ the Sun. 
Becoming covered, and hidden behind the range.
Nothing of Nature was Strange, just pure. 
 
Wrapped up and tangled, we made the Night. 
For sight was taken, but dream was not shaken
and our tokens of youth, were soothing. 
Each day passing, and new feelings moving. 
Cycles, circles, revolutions. There and back again. 
As the migration wraps for Spring.
 
Wilderness.

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