14 March, 2015

Wild‬

Before all things keep a certain pace
I run near to shores- into these woods
A strange look that falls upon,and ask
Time slowly stops,though large it took
Into the wild - far away from maddening crowd
I am the sky ; I am also the deep blue
I am the mountains - beneath these rocks
I am the wind just above the top ;I knew.

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