Lost at Woodsheart


Hey tell me your name,
Why such a pretty soul as you is wondering these woods of loneliness?

Aye you dance? Your movement are so electrifying.
Where did you come from?
Are you lost?

I been wondering here for a while now
I can’t remember how long.
It’s cold,
The wind doesn’t blow much in these woods.
My name is Felipe, what is yours?

The soul never responded it did not acknowledge me as a soul. Must I have been too damaged to be some one?

It held my hand after a little while, it guided me for some time I felt warm and nice.
I thought the soul was the guardian angel who would guid me off this forsaken land.
Just as it came, it left, but I had felt this same emptiness before, it must just be normal to hurt. The soul had come and gone.
Where I had never left or do I even remember honestly.

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