Poem 52

Light and life

Healing sounds

Wondering through

The misty wood.

Hopping, skipping

Delicate steps

Keep in time

Until they’re met

By a soul

Old not new

Weary from not

Knowing you.

Pained look

When they see

That you were

Their product, freed.

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