#18 healing poetry; rest in the forest-sea

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.

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