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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Aaron J. Balko
| The forest alone willingly yields up concealment on bright Autumn days. A tree there (in fact) can lift you – should a climb be chosen. High up in the boughs, a little closer to sun and blue sky, you may view the world: the countryside spread out below, and see the place where you live your life a little differently. |
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