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Photo source: littlevisuals.co


Hope is a meeting with wildness.

You walk through a deep wood,

And there you are eye to eye –

Nose moving slightly trying to get a feel,

Eyes innocent and pure,

A flicker of the ear,

A nod,

And she’s off with barely a sound.

Suddenly, you feel lighter

As if touched by the wing of a hummingbird.

You enter a different state of mind,

Entranced, transfixed, ethereal.

You begin to feel the connecting filaments,

The silky lightness

Almost impenetrable.

And then suddenly you are surrounded,

A whole welcoming committee.


This is where you needed to find yourself.


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