Sound, clear and chilling,
close but lives away,
carries through the mist,
through trees and time,
stopping breath en route.
After, in silence more raw
than before, heartbeats
drum against bone.
Distances expand yet
wilderness draws closer -
wildness draws closer –
and I, city-bred and jaded,
ignorant of this
feel like a child discovering
a secret long hidden,
knowing it was mine alone,
and start to be happy.
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