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Environment Nature Poetry

Oh, These Woods

A forest of pine trees grows from your skin.

oh, my darling
a forest of pine trees grows from your skin.
i tiptoe across your landscape —
mossy soil afoot,
in your hair, a northern wind.
the light in your evergreen eyes,
it’s glistening.

oh, these woods
are dark
and deep.
they draw me in.
i long to wind along these paths
over and over
and over again.

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