I Use The Forest As Inspiration Too Much

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    Finding Warmth In The Heart Of Winter

    and i think the grass bends so sweetly beneath the ragged wind and the trees creak and twist and moan with wrangled writhing limbs. sun-shot, dew-dropped, i find my peace in sylvan settings. soft release comes in the wind and moon and the flutter of the shadowed leaves...
    panglowin panglowin
    18-21, F
    1 Response Dec 10, 2009
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