Wandering Woods

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The beauty in life vanishes when we are depressed.  That is another reason to try and be happy.  I wrote a poem when I was an undergraduate about this called Wandering Woods

Wandering Woods

I walk where the afternoons
were so warm and golden
and wonder why
pleasant woods
and beautiful lakes
desert me
leaving just trees and water.

 

 

 

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