Forest Walk on these walks we talk nothing in particular but many times spectacular these winding woodland tracks

that take us back to I don't know where except you and I always seem to be there we watch the watery sun Deers dashing across our path Our Dogs to weary now to run I wonder in my silent muse how many more walks we will share in my mind it's an endless road and it's this hope that sorrow does not know

by Linglang

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