I bathed in the forest
Washed away my sins; my fears
The resin of my doubts
Trickled down to the soil
I bathed in the forest
Washed away my sins; my fears
Yet, the forest was still cleaner
Than me
I bathed in the forest
It whispered it’s secrets to me
I bathed in the forest
It wept with me
I bathed in the forest
Where the minerals and miniscule moments
Become one with the ocean
Buried among secrets never meant to be found
Resting infinitely with the infinite
I bathed in the forest
It bathed in me
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