A memory
Small feet on pebbled ground
Surrounded by mist
All around
Clinging to the trees
Clinging to me
A memory
Small feet
Crunching on russet leaves
The mist
Chilled my bare arms
Tall green giants
Lured me with their charms
A memory
Small feet walking
On rocky road
Out all alone
In the early morn
With the mist
Birds and the trees
Singing to me
I felt calm and safe
This is where
I should be
--
*Allene Angelica*
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