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Forest through the Window

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Young and bright-eyed I was
My father drove down the winding roads
As the mist filled the air with her scent
Carrying the memories of the coniferous bows
And his gentle voice would speak
Of the beauty of the forest
A love of the wilderness
And something I could carry with me
Forever in my heart
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  1. Warum's Avatar
    That is a beautiful poem!

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