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The place my soul burns the brightest is located up North.

Land covered with fresh green earth glazed with drops of dew. 

Miles of trees rooted in strategic lines in front of me.

The leaves catch a breeze giving off the effect of waving in my direction.

I always wave back.

No worry lies in the depths of these woods, no evil can penetrate this brain. 

I wander freely along trails and construct new paths. The scent a wood stove fading behind me.

I roam until the sky falls black.

Carefully crafted are the constellations above, I can't help but admire the one who put them there. 

I've made this world here my own and I find leaving brings greater pain than a blade forced into flesh. 

Everytime I visit, turning back gets harder to do my longing begins to grow.

This sorrow is temporary, someday I will return with my heart in my hand and these feet won't have to walk away.

 Living out here in the open where I've never felt so small, where the stream whispers it's secrets, that's where I've found my home. 

◄ A Burning Love

Muse ►


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Paul Sayer

Sun 9th Aug 2020 07:26

Another almost missed sojourn.

Wrapped in a veil of sadness and feelings of despair over recent days this poem is like a warm summer breeze with the heady scent of Jasmine permeating my soul lifting my spirit above the trees to soar to greater heights.

Thank you for this and your wonderful gift of poetry.


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Jordyn Elizabeth

Sun 9th Aug 2020 03:46

Thank you S. For taking the time to look back and read.

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Sun 9th Aug 2020 02:39

I love this! I feel more wild when I’m out in the woods. I would spend my days there as a child.

One of my favorite lines is “I always wave back.” Thats so great.

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Maria Elena

Mon 27th Jul 2020 11:18

What an emotional, yet beautiful, penned poem.

You have an incredible talent and I really admire this poem.

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Abdul Ahmad

Wed 22nd Jul 2020 09:17

This is a deep and emotional yearning for the day when one shall not have to endure any more pain and suffering. It is a beautifully crafted poem about returning back to natures comforting bossom.

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 22nd Jul 2020 05:33

Your poem exudes a perfect blend of pain and hope. Beautifully penned!

Nicola Beckett

Wed 22nd Jul 2020 03:57


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