Baby Cry
Sojourn in sparse woods,
for long in sleep,
sleep that was deep,
under the trees,
that were free,
under the sky,
that now smiled and then cried,
under the sun,
that gave you fun and had you on the run,
I kept still,
years after year,
without any substance or support,
I was deep in contemplation,
and knew not where I was,
my mind was zero,
my heart was zero,
I was one with nature,
and forgot about my stature,
into oblivion I was lost,
I woke up with the cry of a baby,
and was astonished to see,
that the cry was mine.
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