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I walk along the quiet paths

Among the secret chairs where thought rests

Into the sky and underground

Don't ask me to show you

Let them grow remain

One day you may join me

Then we can watch caterpillars forage

Inside the leaves of memory

Hidden words and shade

But until then

Their secrets remain, inside, cocooned

Silently hiding when daylight overwhelms

Clare L Rolfe @ 2023


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