Shakespeares Waste Bin
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I love this woodland of of togetherness,
where the branches reach out, entwine
pull and lull me in.
Where the sunlight bisects the canopy,
falling in shards of love, kissing each
leaf in its effortless fall.
The absorbent floor soaks of moss,
lichen and fern in a peace far from
the chainsaw of reality.
Indications of life surround in a cloak
of serenity, the bark of deer, the
scampering of cottontails, the gruff
grunting of wild boar not always seen
but their presence felt in eerie shadows.
I walk the glitters and glistens of