Blissfully Oblivious

He walked into the great wood

Before him, a lone trail stood

He was immune to all else

Including those distant bells.

 

 

It branched and twisted and bent

And lead to where his thoughts sent.

The tree – towers drowned the sun

Making green a sickly brun.

 

 

When he came across dead end

The boulders he stooped to tend.

Jaw set, he journeyed along

In my heart sparking a song.

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