Wandering where mind might strife
Called in echo called own life
Down in flames no turning back
Heist was done now heart attack
Who we turning to in hardest times
When birds not chirp no peaceful chimes
The evergreen comes and wanders
We are connected going under
Getting dizzy in own four walls
Caved and hazard consciously falls
A breath of fresh air like thunder
Texture sounds hearts will pound
In our soul itll always live
The freshest meadows light in aisle
An island for the wretched
Deeply we are attached
Let us wander like in old times
A harp a flute bird that chime
Soften light lighten up our eyes
Collect every string now that it turns
We are one and always be
The Forest and its melody
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The title of the poem was given by Susi, 25
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