She walks barefoot
Through a dewy mossy carpet
Her wavy hair glistening
Floaty dress torn on branches
Legs scratched by begging brambles
As they reached out “please stay!”
A smile adorns her face
Soft hands ignoring the dirt
Soiling from keen exploration
Of carefree keen adventures
Green eyes like emeralds
So spiritually aware
Conveyors of hope and love
She glances upwards
Sunshine kissing her freckles
Here she feels at one and free
Purposefully lost
In the wild and pathless forest
Their song starting to make some sense, only if you’re listening
© Copyright: Sharon Lawson™
Sharon Unfiltered 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Hello dear Sharon, Artwork and words are outstanding.
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Thank you so much!! That means a lot because forests are my sanctuary and I used to love getting deliberately lost in them when I was brought up in Scotland. Fun adventures 🤩
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Me too dear Sharon. I need a day in the forest and you are welcome.
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A day deliberately lost in the forest!
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.
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Thank you so much for sharing this reflective piece. Forests are my sanctuary and I used to love getting deliberately lost in them when I w as brought up in Scotland. Fun adventures 🤩
Honoured to be featured John, thank you 🌲
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You are welcome my dear friend.
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I’ve never felt I belong except in the hearts of loved ones, which is all one needs as we trudge along the world’s crooked path.
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Like me, you are a butterfly that flits from flower to flower therefore you belong… Everywhere! And in the hearts of everyone who has the pleasure to know and love you 🦋🌻
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