Formless

 Formless

Countless forms you have seen, heard, felt, smelled
Countless thoughts experienced

Arrived at the end of the walk
Silently enjoying what the trees have told you

Wondering at the answers you already knew
With wet hair and red cheeks

You touch, for a moment
the formless

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