Little bracelet of emerald leaves
Gilded gold forget-me-nots that are entangled beneath my moss tears,
Of a time where we sat among broken twigs, around my feet submerged in the earth’s giving powers.
Hidden dens and flower towers.
And there…… lay the perfect innocent tree,
that built houses and made the fires,
that built the diamonds,
that scraped against the static walls the humans created. Only to make engravings of lost letters and untold secrets.
But I remain in my bed of leaves and tears, my forget-me-not rings, my wheeled wooden carts of flowers. But I have my powerful mind . Hidden untold, My gypsy carriage will guide me to a land of hope and happiness. And along the way I will visit once more, my emerald forest.
Livinia Ren 2018 4 ©
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