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On the way to Forrest Caves

Hankering for the sight of green and blue
On the way to Forrest Caves
Gnarled bowed trees, twisted limbs, fine branches
a cave like gathering of ancients, old peoples.
Their trunks leaning into each other,
resting on the ground,
tiny flecks of green touching blue.
Invisible reflection, quiet decisions,
I pause and rest.

Name: Nerida Melsmith
Special Place: On the Way to Forrest Caves
Medium: Photographs

 

On the way to Forrest Caves

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