The Fairy Tales
Hang your head
deeply
to slip your ear
to my lips
as we move
along the trail
and I will
whisper stories
to you
of the creatures
that hide among
mossy niches
and fern fronds
as their laughter
mingles with the wind
all around us
Twisting the Leaf 
I want so very badly to come walk with you
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