Feelings

My ship is outbound

Outbound but withdrawn from the wilderness

Withdrawn but Happy

Deer, they run with wind.

Though we may run them over,

They’re still in our hearts.

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Trees

I follow this path

A path with a spot of choice

Then I go my way.

***

Butterflies

Butterflies are red.

And Yellow all around here.

They are Blue near a Storm.

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Deer

Deer, they run with wind.

Though we may run them over,

They’re still in our hearts.

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