Author’s Note – I wrote
this many years ago, inspired (I believe) by the wilderness found in the place
I grew up & still miss...
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The
by Ghost Helwig
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Quietly
I roam
Among
the darkest branches
Softly
I descend
Amid
the darkened blooms
Lightly
I blend
Into
the night-wet sky
Wildly
I wander
Past
the hopeless brush
Swiftly
I decline
Beyond
my head I ponder
Gently
I repent
Walk
past my life I saw her
Hardly
I hate
Between
the tight-wrung walls
Lovely
I lie
On
top of dew-drenched grasses
Sweetly
I hope
For
another chance
Nicely
I wait
By
the dark gate
Helplessly
I sigh
And
here my days go by