I go to the woods to think,
To allow my imagination,
In all its peculiar directions,
A colourful bloom and new,
Foundations of intent,
Like a second office and,
A second home the woods,
Call upon deep and seated,
Symbology within me to,
Grow like seedlings between,
The trees slowly growing,
In another universe.
To allow my imagination,
In all its peculiar directions,
A colourful bloom and new,
Foundations of intent,
Like a second office and,
A second home the woods,
Call upon deep and seated,
Symbology within me to,
Grow like seedlings between,
The trees slowly growing,
In another universe.
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