Out of the woods

Like life unbottled
Pouring out
From underneath
A pricked little finger
And it all came here

The baby is crying
Yet all is so still
Be grateful
He says
All is here

Some things just fall,
And that’s it

The way is here
Look at it,
The way is here,
No rushing

Life is the background;
Play the fore
We are all looking for a place;
Only we can explore
💕

~ M. L Adams

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