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The forest holds me.

Wind blowing through branches,

like the very breath of life.

Thick trees and brush

surround me, comforting.

Earthen hills soak up my tears.

Moss-covered rocks

speak of ancient times.

Mud becomes medicine,

sunshine unveils hope.

Be still my heart;

listen to the birdsong.

Splendid solitude

quietly envelopes

this broken soul of mine.

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