Where the Forest breathes
#467092 / vu 242 foisI stand where the path begins, where the light runs thin,
the wind hums ancient songs beneath my skin.
The trees whisper names the world forgot,
the horizon hides behind the green, a secret spot.
I stand where the path begins, where the light runs thin,
the wind hums ancient songs beneath my skin.
The trees whisper names the world forgot,
the horizon hides behind the green, a secret spot.
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