I Stand still.
Trees Bushes around me not same...not lost.
No two trees are the same to
Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
I Stand still.
Only trees are there..
Not me....
The forest knows
Where am I
I must let HER find me...
Deeply I breathe...
Feel the freshness in me
And go deep inside me
To find out me...
Me & my thoughts...
Bits & pieces of me....
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