Walking, wandering, wondering.
Waltzing with the woods.
Wading through the waving grass.
Willows welcome the withdrawn moon.
With windblown webs of hair,
Whipping wounded faces
Who wander in a walking wood.
Woebegone when this wonder will
Willingly wander westward.
Wanting to find a whimsical wishing well.
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