She wandered in the mist.
Wading in cool green forests,
Where dew felt like, the
Breath of water in a greater sea.
She pushed against ferns,
And left footprints in a softer
Earth, that called her to rest.
Rest on the forest floor,
And dream among stars,
That are not covered by the lights of screens.
#18 healing poetry; rest in the forest-sea

lovely!
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Thank you so much for visiting, Cindy!
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My pleasure!!! ❤️
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Waooo 🥺🥺🥺💖
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