Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
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It renders the reader a wandering scent as said in last line and brings the reader into hazy snow uncovered by human footsteps were there lies mysteries beyond imagination.i feel like walking through such a agony lusty woods.
Classic! One of the best poems I have read. The image simply comes to life.
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out