As the rain falls gently on the fallen leaves
softening the sound of my steps
I can hear the sounds of the woodlands
the bending of the trees in the wind
and the hollow drum in my heart
my love unending has no road to travel
no destination to draw it home
and my moccasins will never dry
in the tent of my beloved
How absolutely beautiful. I love your mind, your beautiful mind.....
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