The keeper of precious truth

Those mystical places in our minds
Taking roots in our hearts,
Growing
Underneath the memories of times gone by
Flourishing
Thriving
Gateways to the past, anchors of the now
Beacons of the future
Tread lightly on craggy ground
Over mossy pathways
Past blackberry bushes and mushroom wonderlands
The air is filled with woodruff smell, sweet and light
Branches crackling under your feet with every step
Wings fluttering

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© Thorsten Becker