A poem from Shelly in Corinna

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Photo: Gillian Hughes

 

Shells (Shelley Cusiter) 

I run, I run as far as the wind

I run into your wilderness

Embraced by your silence

 

I run, I run from my busy life

I run from my busy mind

Into my wild self

 

My running feet have taken me

Deep into these myrtle trees

Till only bird songs speak to me

Now cloaked in mossy green

Dancing in the sunlight

Time becomes the gentle rivers reflection of the sky




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