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The stark white of a sycamore glints in the dappled sunlight
as we enter the calm of the forest.
A mumuring stream is the soundtrack to our trek
as a towhee rings clearly, beckoning us on.
You stride valiantly ahead, pressing to take the crest.
I lag behind to see the secret sights.
Three solemn-eyed deer stare across the glen.
Their dark eyes lock on mine and seem to ask,
'Who are you? Why are you here? '
You urge me on, resisting the longer path,
Momentous matters calling you forward.
I draw back, reluctant to leave the calm and quiet.
Then, there- I see them,
Pale feather-cut leaves and two hidden hearts
nestled at the base of a tree.
Common- but delicate and graceful.
Blessed. I almost missed them.
Please- return to me.
Linger to see the hidden treasures.
What might you miss?
Your heart?
Mine?
Callista Caduceus
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