You walked beyond the forest’s edge,
Left no mark on moss or ledge.
Yet here I sit and feel you still,
In every leaf and whip-poor-will.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
You walked beyond the forest’s edge,
Left no mark on moss or ledge.
Yet here I sit and feel you still,
In every leaf and whip-poor-will.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
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