Woodland Walking

The slippery-slurping
squelch
of my lush purple
wellies
Keeps a rhythm in
my soul
With the upbeat
thud
of my hazel staff
in hand:
As I walk through the
rain-splattered,
leaf-littered forests
of my Mind.

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