there's a place
within the woods
behind a pine forest..
I call my room...
it used to be dark
and shadows
greeted me.
dancing about
as i sat
upon A mossy stone...
(Nature long ago
decorated this tiny space
with a foot stool
and two end tables..)
Last winters ice storm
sacrificed a tree
and light
now flows
upon the rocks..
I go there at sunrise
and sunset.
I'm told that sunrays
are like rainbows
only the pot of gold
is not coins
but words....
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