woods 3

I met him somewhere
deeper in woods
i was lost
in the maze of trees
his flute found me
its music carried me
to him
he was sitting alone
under an old oak tree
playing to the wood fairies
they played around him
dancing and laughing
the wood was his home
and it became mine.

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