a lovely nourishing run this morning through the dene....
moving reverie
you' re not here and i
ill at ease
reach for my trainers
and make for the woods
the soft underbelly of the forest
cradles my feet
your presence in the sun,
the trees, the stream
carries my steps
c(l)on(o)jur(v)ing(e)
the silent, moving lullaby.
O peaceful reverie
in this moment
i know
contentment.
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