The woods has memories
The flaxen sun plaited into the canopy of greens
Playful feet dipped in the cool stream
Lilac wildflowers witnessed their promises
The woods has memories
The trees whispered her name
He raged against the tree bark
Broken knuckles, virgin blood
The old well filled with tears
Covered by mossy sorrow
The woods has memories
A lost boy mourned his love
trapped in the woods
stuck in the loop of time
The trees whispered their names
Flicker of Thoughts 
This is haunting yet beautiful and poetic, nice work
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Thanks Jay!
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This is so beautiful dear Cassa. The first line more beautiful than the next. I love the ending as well. So gorgeously written. ❤️
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Thank you Joni! 😊
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My pleasure that was an especially beautiful piece Cassa. ❤️
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Painful and hopeful too; so wonderfully expressed, Cassa. Amazing write. 💚
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Thanks Jeff! 💚
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You’re welcome, Cassa. Always! 💚
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