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I’ve been walking all this day
but no-one did I see
my backpack causes me to sway
I pass another birch tree
Uneasy visions haunt my head
when will I ever be free?
moonlight brightens up my tread
I pass another birch tree
The weight I carry feels like lead
will it ever let me be?
Where do I find a sleeping bed?
I pass another birch tree
I want to hide a treasure
where no-one can find it but me.
Its value is far beyond measure
I pass another birch tree
My wary steps go on and on
though I have a wounded knee
my leg is numb, the pain is gone
I pass another birch tree
I’ll keep silent and be still
the secret is safe with me
I’ll keep walking on until
I pass the final birch tree
Mesmerizing. Exactly like walking in a dream.
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Wow, this is nice
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This gives me the impression of a wounded soldier making a long walk home.
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This sounds like a recurring dream. My recurring dream is trying to get across a bridge.
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There is a wistfulness to this that has me empathizing with the walker. At the same time there is strong spirit in the person who keeps on going despite the challenges. The image is haunting. A lane of birch that shines in the moonlight like this would be enchanting to walk down, especially if headed for a welcoming home after the final one.
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Wow!
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THIS! wow! I am so thrilled now to try this style out on my own, amazing poetry!
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Passing birch trees like the passage of time! Wonderfully evocative.
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So many ways to interpret your beautiful chant poem, I am pondering for a while.
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well i can feel the burden in this poem, and the path seems to go on forever… know that feeling for sure. very well said my friend
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This pulled me right along — most effective Peter. I love birch trees, but they worked in this as a torment… but I still love birch trees… 🙂
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I can imagine time as passing down that alley of trees… we can never go back I think…
BTW, could I ask you to please provide a link back to dVerse instead of copying Mr Linky
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Dear Björn, if you click mr Linky you will be re-directed to dVerse. Thank you and good luck!
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That idea of walking with a dark secret which will not leave is haunting as your chant!
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wegdromen in de natuur… heerlijk toch
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