Posted by: DIYwriting | May 15, 2021

Woodland

The fresh air calls me 

Calls me back to my childhood 

My youth 

My freedom 

The fresh air sings of change 

Of a lost life 

Of better days 

Dreams I had forgotten and my 

Voice started to come back. 

I knew where to go and the  

Woods knew how to get me there 


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