like the melody
of a forgotten song
she comes back to me
like the hush of the forest
when I am tired
of the cacophony
when I want to disappear alone
with a glance or a touch
she reminds me that
all that really matters is the person
who you call home
– spiritwolf
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dreamer, writer, explorer, creative, critical thinker, maker of my own reality. part left - part right brained, often found out chasing fish, the moon, music, muse... the magical, mystical and metaphysical, art, travel, foodndranks, my pack, beauty, the light and the dark, adventures, the arcane, the strange and profane...
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