I wandered through a dark deserted wood
Along a wide and winding path I hardly could
Perceive how weary, gloomy my heart was
Until I wrote what I felt above the moss.
I wonder if these words will ever reach
Your tender ears on the eternal beach
A sweet and soothing sound fresh from the shore
The bell that summons the flock into the door
To make up for the silent hiss of snakes
Anoint the wound that cries how hard it takes.
I wonder if these words will ever rise
To touch your heart that bleeds, and sweats and cries.
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