Visions from the Realm of History
The forest doesn’t speak in words,It hums through leaves and wings of birds.A rhythm old, a breathing grace,Time folded in this sacred place. Each morning I walk where silence leads,Where roots recall forgotten deeds.Beneath my steps, these winding trailsStill echo Lenape songs and tales. The caves lie hidden, dark and deep,Their mouths whisper, secrets to […]
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