into the woods
the mineral taste of soil in my mouthpine needles pricking my back
red ants biting my toes
i thought i got away, that i escaped
but now i see i walked in circles
caught forever in these woods
trees are tall when you see them from below
stretching up towards the brilliant sky
that blinds your dirt-worn eyes
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-03-02 at 08:04
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