They say"be careful what you wish for"
What have I whispered to the trees?
If not the sound of your name,
into the life of leaves, nest of bees,
back then I was the one to blame..
Thus I have regained dignity, grace,
your cycle ended in the woodland green,
old me you raised, with broken face
no longer exposed is to be seen.
Your old sins, knives, and scalp
-all is forgiven in this new land,
my mask was burned,
buried in the ground.
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