As a man
I realized I had lost my youth
but I still
longed
to be back
in
the forest of
emerald green
and crimson
and red
and patchwork orange
of delight.
I returned.
I roamed.
I ran.
I stood still.
I looked.
I listened.
They were all still there
still very much alive
still enticing
and deliberate.
Now,
I realize
they never left.
I did.
And,
they'll always be there
when I return
because
I'm there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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