1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
1, 2, 3,


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There is something uncanny about the way our poet weaves her images. They all are infused with life; a forest of life. We might crave the assurance of a God head but we might equally yearn for a pantheistic sense of peace. The metaphor extends from verse to verse until the final two verses which become vibrant with something of our humanity. There might be something mystical about this piece. -Ekim777

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