Forest

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Forest

Quite often I wonder who you are?

Are you here through a link error,

Or are you a traveler seeking

A house ?

Whoever you are,

You are where it was always promised

You would be.

An old man was walking through a forest,

Age, sickness,

Or did he so wish?

He died.

His burden fell on the floor,

Why would an old man walk though a forest

Carrying only a mirror?

You were seeking

You lost your way

The stench was horrible.

Tired of looking down

Seeking amongst thorns and roots

A path

Having lost hope of finding your way again

So tired that you did not even

Remember

You saw

Behind the tree,

What you were looking for

You bent down looking

At the remains,

Gold,

Cell phone?

Map?

A bottle of whisky?

A shot?

You bent down

You saw in the broken mirror

You saw your face and the sky.

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