Nature is a language, can't you read?

Nach der ersten Woche in der Natur.
Ein paar Bilder, ein Gedicht und ein Lied.
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After the first week in nature.
A few pictures, a poem, and a song.

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This is the first poem from the forest.

This is the place you left me.
You'd be better off just feeling nothing.
I understand that.
Your friends won't notice any change.
Keep smiling.
It's true that I wasn't here, but my heart was.
And my heart was brave.
It dared to look into your soul.
Kay. 27. April.2o25