cauri kokiem

there are places
places on earth
that are magical

that no words can
hope to describe
where your soul
empty and drained
is restored

where the whispers
of angels
shimmer through the trees
as if on a mist

perfectly
and peacefully
and gently floating
on the crystal breeze

drifting weaving
falling on my face
filling me with grace

~ poem “Through the Trees” by Michael Traveler

2015-02-23-2033

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