Walking in the Woods
The twigs and leaves
cracked under his feet
but he moved along
noticing every weed
The sun climbed the horizon
and did so softly
He plucked thorns from himself
and moved along deftly
He looked at everything
yet saw nothing.
The melody inside his head,
the way she used to sing.
The pine leaves.
left spaces for sunlight to fall
And her voice, what reminded him of it,
was the bird's call.
~Punya
The twigs and leaves
cracked under his feet
but he moved along
noticing every weed
The sun climbed the horizon
and did so softly
He plucked thorns from himself
and moved along deftly
He looked at everything
yet saw nothing.
The melody inside his head,
the way she used to sing.
The pine leaves.
left spaces for sunlight to fall
And her voice, what reminded him of it,
was the bird's call.
~Punya
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