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
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Romantic musing and beautiful to read
A young heart of a young girls memory
The pic begs words of romance and love
Emu aka Ian
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Thank you Ian!
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Beautiful words, Renee.
Pamela
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Thanks Pamela. Good to see you here.
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Renee, your poetry weaves its way along its own trail of thought as it carries me along its path.. you are so talented in your poems Renee.. This is another wonderful entry here xx
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a beautiful scenario- dancing on fallen leaves…..
your poems sail so gracefully in the world of words and imagination, just like a feather in spring wind.
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