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Comments about Molly Forest
At the top l see
a face of a mountain developing before me.
with no shoes
feeling the warmth of a melody so soft
so gentle under my feet.
Smell of the sweet
as each blink drips into the land.
Heart is the beat
no glass insolates natures rythme.
holding the energy left behind.
l look over the edge
eyes so wide
grass so morninged.
lift, off i go