Let me live somewhere in a misty forest, where I can walk barefoot upon the mossy earth, where I can hear the faeries whisper haunting tunes, where I can have many animal babies to love, where I can plant my own little garden, where I can dance under the full moon’s light and love, and where I can finally feel my spirit at peace.
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I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.
Date the creature lurking in the forest. The one that keeps the predators at bay when you go walking. The one that listens to you as you vent to the earth as you sit in the moss near the stream. The one that can’t get enough of the sound of your voice. The one with mossy eyes, and dirt covered hands. Don’t fear when they reveal themselves. They may look unpleasant, but their heart is full of beauty.
Date the creature lurking in the forest. The one that keeps the predators at bay when you go walking. The one that listens to you as you vent to the earth as you sit in the moss near the stream. The one that can’t get enough of the sound of your voice. The one with mossy eyes, and dirt covered hands. Don’t fear when they reveal themselves. They may look unpleasant, but their heart is full of beauty.