This short poem is about snippets of memory, illuminated by the sun shining through the trees. The poet recollects when he would spend hours sitting in a small woods, reading and dreaming about life free from the rat race.
This poem is from the upcoming fifth collection of poems by Vincent S. Coster called Eat Not My Brother which is due for release later this year.
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