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Your Forest (Free verse) by Rumidi
One day
I shall turn into your forest
Where you may lose your way
And sleep in the shadowy woods
And seek wild flowers
And do the weeding.
If it rains
You can bring home the clouds
Or listen to wet birds
Or build an evergreen heaven
Or count my rainbows.
Take your arm out of mine
And move into the dark corners
Where you can hear the willows weep
Where you can make the sun grow
Or till the age-old mosses for fallen stars.
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