Let the forest guide
lead you off the beaten path,
into the thorny underbrush,
past the sunken earth,
sliding between the trees
whose branches are at war,
until the guide's footprints
are transparent whispers
in the wind.
YOU ARE READING
endlessly free
Poetryfor the wind and its soul, soft breaths caress cheeks of adventurous spirits searching for a place to be wild and free. - > • - > • - > A collection of poems for the humans who can't be categorized as anything other than free.
