friday poem: the wild

you’re wandering through forests and mountains

like a restless soul

without them life is ordinary

you find meaning in being into the wild

withdrawing yourself from the pale world

only then life is running through your veins

like an overflowing river

only there you see clarity in all things around you

by immersing yourself in wilderness

there’s no place for fakeness

the wild has no sympathy for lies

that sensation you feel

when you encounter

a wild animal’s soul

you know in her spirit

you find a piece

of your true self





photocredits: konsta punkka

3 comments on “friday poem: the wild

  1. distancewide

    GREAT pictures and very nice post!


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