Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
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She tends the ruins of an ancient inn
and a bed of ferns and roses.
Many a nomad, passing through,
is revived by her grace and goodness. the forest, the woman. real imagination. very nice poem dear Carol. tony
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She tends the ruins of an ancient inn and a bed of ferns and roses. Many a nomad, passing through, is revived by her grace and goodness. the forest, the woman. real imagination. very nice poem dear Carol. tony