Thinking out loud

Whenever I am in wild, I always find time to walk and wonder

and this is what always comes to my mind.Blog entrypoem

What if the mountains could speak

and tell all that they had seen.

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Or if we could understand the river’s murmur

about the places, she had been.

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Or the small ones around us who scuttle and hiss

imagine what of their view, of all that we miss.

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Or how about the green, out of earth which grows;

of all sort of secrets, I am sure it knows.

Whenever I am in wild, I always find time to walk and wonder

and this is what always comes to my mind.

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