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natirey7

Published: May 30, 2011

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Love.

I don't see him and me.
I don't see pretty little hearts
and drawings.

I see an old black and white photo.
A simple scene in the forest.
Tall, leafless tree in the near right.
A small lake in the background.
Pines in the very back.
No one in sight.
No little birds.
Not a soul.

In the very middle,
there's a heart.
Bright red amongst the dull.
Light illuminating from its core.

That little scene,
is love to me.

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catfood9

May 31, 2011

quite similar to yours, actually. a place in the woods not far from my house. it was once a place of abuse, but since then new life has grown over the old and it once again thrives. beautiful poem, by the way.

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