Their Secret Woods
He thinks of wondrous waterfalls,
where silver currents softly gleam,
like hidden passageways that lead
beyond the borders of a dream.
He wanders woodland paths alone,
with no clear destination near,
where every step invites the heart
to linger longer without fear.
He thinks of sunlight through the trees,
as shifting shadows drift and sway,
while scattered patterns warm the earth
where light and silence gently play.
He listens to leaves in the evening breeze,
their whispered movements soft and slow,
as branches bend beneath fading light
beneath the sky’s last golden glow.
He looks out toward their secret woods,
where evening settles still and fair,
and in the stillness of his heart,
he feels her presence always there.
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