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A Walk in The Woods

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A wind in the woods passes brief,
like an unpredictable invisible thief,
tangible... so very sweet.

A wing, black perhaps dark-blue stirs the air,
the hood over my hair,
falls off... slithers free.

Soft, slow, fresh, low - the four breezes swing,
swirl and sing,
in this butterfly balance… I dance.

I loose thoughts with each step, things,
gradually almost all thoughts, almost all things,
portraits of people, mirrors of the many in me… eventually memories of me.

Between pale pebbles, shells, dark and white sands,
inconsistent are my feet and hands,
where the evergreen… bends.

The sun is a kite, high on the sky, diamond radiant,
melts the last dew residues, warms the distant,
long shadow of me… my ghost companion.

Dances still, regardless of my tiredness, unsustainable and golden,
at the edge stands the dolmen,
other path… begins and ends.


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English Version of My Poem "Um Passeio pelo Bosque"

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SueJO's avatar
I just took a walk in the woods.