My body depression on the moss beneath is shallow,
breathe of the damp sense of life engulfs my lungs.
Slowly, the weight on the world compresses,
sinking further into the terrain.
Sun light fades, wind quietens, soil imbibes,
the earth is my python.
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Lost
PoetrySome poems to rediscover what I thought I had lost nearly ten years ago.
