I dreamed that I was on the trail.
Daypack cinched tight, boots firm on my feet.
Sun slipping through the trees, sweat running down my bearded face.
I dreamed that I was on the trail.
Feet falling, one in front of the other, the breeze bending the trees.
The trail undulating, leaving its mark as I breathe in the warm air.
I dreamed that I was on the trail.
Snow and sleet falling, I knew it was too soon.
I dreamed that I was on the trail.
Beautiful dream & poem ! I love how it flowed. So vivid in every way. Well done! 🌈☀️🌳
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Thank you very much!
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