The forest looked inviting in the morning lightI
t held a promise to freedom, visuals bright
I breathe in fresh air, grass beneath my feet
I take off blindfolds, as my tired feet bleed
It held a promise to freedom, visuals bright
I'm a little scared now in an unknown place
I take off blindfolds, as my tired feet bleed
I hear sounds of the wild, want to hide somewhere
I'm a little scared now in an unknown place
I want to turn back, but can't keep pace
I hear sounds of the wild, want to hide somewhere
I've lost the map, and it is now too late
I want to turn back, but can't keep pace
The forest looked inviting in the morning light
I've lost the map, and it is now too late
I breathe in fresh air, grass beneath my feet
Maybe getting lost is something we have to do… but never believe the morning light. My metaphor was about walking in the dark woods..with only a headlight.
Maybe getting lost is something we have to do… but never believe the morning light. My metaphor was about walking in the dark woods..with only a headlight.
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A headlight sounds a great idea, for as far as it can help us see. Thanks, Bjorn!
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A great metaphor…. what seems so inviting to us can turn around and bring fear and dread… A great poem Reena.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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This is gorgeously composed! Sometimes we have to tread on a path despite our fear of the unknown. 💝💝
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Thanks as always, Sanaa!
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I don’t know what is more frightening: the idea of being lost in the forest, or of taking an irreversible decision.
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The answer will differ for each of us 😊 Thank you, Ingrid!
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An intriguing poem, gets a bit scary but ends well!
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Thank you, Beverly!
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This has an evocative dream like mood i found quite intriquing. Bravo.
Much💛love
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Thanks a ton, Gillena!
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Shades of Frost here — that’s very nice..the forest…moves from delightful to adark, dark place…
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Thank you, Ain! Sometimes, GPRS is of no help.
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What hypnotic scene. Beautiful poem Reena.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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