*Woods*

To the last
breath of my life
you are the purpose
the sign
in the darkness
in the wind
in the woods
where
the sun
doesn’t mean burning
where
wind-breathing
feeds our souls
where
one walk on a misty path
leads to home
reminding
on centuries
of belonging
forever protected
saved
hidden
in the green colour
of leaves

***

© Eclipse 2008 – 2011

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Image: Dark Woods by Imageschack

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