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I am walking into the wild
and leave my heart in your hands.
If my journey was a flower,
it would bloom by the river’s edge
no thorns, just petals
open to light and rain.

The brooks hum beneath my feet
music winding through the trees
pulling me forward
with secrets in their rush.

The water speaks in curves and shimmer
whispering truths too old for words.
Each step feels lighter
as if the earth remembers me.

Who you are is not who you were
and still, I see you
in the quiet way the wind returns to me.

I go into the wild, not to forget
but to feel it all more clearly
your presence, my breath
the way everything begins again
with a single bloom.