Silent after the rain she came like a wolf in water. Feet as swift as Brother Wind.
The trees are bending low and blushing. Their arms pushing and pulling intertwined between love and wanting. I am the Wood Woman. My eyes full of tears as I view the haphazard unwantings of the humanrace. Thoughtless and easy to forget once it slips from your fingers. You count the steps it takes you to get where you are going. Let it go unforgotten that it isn't the merits you achieve but the journey there. That is what really counts.
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