She remembers freedom
like a forest trail
following her
beckoning
tree branches tender
caressing
showing her
heart’s desire as
budding leaves
green but
not with envy
her muse following
not as a shadow
but as one
privy to life’s
secrets
wound ’round about
as vines clinging
to tree trunks
laden but with
no regrets
dancing on fallen
leaves
a gift of her
imagination
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
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