Midnight Suns #wwwblogs

A deer waits to walk into the frame

Away from prying eyes

The land forgives our intruding feet

As we make our way to the river’s edge

Time flows past on a lilt of laughter

Calling lazy summers to mind

And still the river carries itself

Majestic through forest and city

We hold fast

Wading into deeper waters

We let ourselves be swept along

Turning our backs on our illusions

Control is a lie we tell ourselves

When the nights are long

And breath is a fire against the ice

And in the summer days

We learn to let it go

Drifting downstream

From the world we thought we knew ~ Caroline A. Slee

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