In a Forest, Silence Filled
In a forest, silence filled, moves a hart.
It's stalked as prey forever without cease.
For there is love within one's life and part
Of that love's will shall give one's mind some peace.
Doubt and fear, wolves hunting the forest trees
Move silently throughout the emerald.
They trail the heart, endless adversaries;
Wolves silently track, cunning but feral.
Yet one's hart is resilient, gentle,
And kind. So long as it remains within
the forest, silence filled, it will herald
a clarion call for all love wherein
A pure and honest affection resides.
And never shall this affection subside.
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