The wood in its damp

Its raw jeweled green

Its cradle for all needing

In its life containing lives

Who like me depend

Depend upon the sound of silence

Smell of fresh dew falling off contours of a leaf

Into my palm outstretched

Longing for the inspiration

Longing for the words to form

A poem in the raw jeweled green

My walk to inspiration


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