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the forest of forgiveness

 

I beseech you, let me sleep within
To gain that peace of mind so craved
I’m told that I am ill behaved
So please cleanse my dreadful sin

I may not be so well deserved
Of all the magic permeating
Among those branches, speculating
Upon my mind, a wish unearned

May I hear the wind that flows
Through the boughs and leaves of trees?
The wind grows wise as gentle breeze
Reaches ears of those you chose

An answer came, but of sensations
An impulse in my mind was heard
Spoke without a single word
Wisdom passed through generations

“How can you ask for that forgiveness
When you alone cannot forgive
Yourself? So don’t be so naïve
Now leave, I must attend to business”

Who knew that forests were so busy
And that they had a sense of rhyme
Oh my goodness, look at the time
I should leave it’s getting chilly.

◄ Eat your own heart out.

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