It Comes To Her

Sometimes she goes outside
into the woods
and restlessly seeks the birds,
the squirrels,
her beloved, her words
She runs between the trees
in search of fruits
Until she stops
and listens
to her own breath,
her own heartbeat
and let love find her
Then the birds start to sing
poetry is blown her way
squirrels come out to play
and she sees him
the moment she stops looking
the whole forest looks for her



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