The Hidden Place
My little thoughts again compete,
Their destinies on paper leap,
Deep from my inky pen they seep,
A never-ending flow.
A forestry grows gracefully,
A greenery of words I see,
Each word is written on a single leaf,
And now I go.
Amid the darkened woodland lair,
A peaceful stillness fills the air,
I wish to make my home in there,
This hidden place I know.
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