A trip along and through the wood
To gather all the dreams we could
For evermore a flashing hope
From mountaintop down dusted slope
I wonderweave a lowly scamp
Could ever leave his lonely camp
To meet again in share-d goal
On warmer winds and south atoll
Just a short poem, in 8×8 Format: “Silly Wonderwoven Dream”
“A rose by any other name stinks just the same.”
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