# Auro of the forest

> As of Nov 5, 2026, Auro of the forest has no recorded sale.

- Page: https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2a46/15163
- Collection: [MakersPlace](https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2a46.md)
- Token ID: [15163](https://etherscan.io/nft/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756/15163)
- Contract: [0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756](https://etherscan.io/address/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756) (ERC-721)
- Owner: [manta_eth](https://www.gondi.xyz/0x0454731ec97bf0d030406f9578687b0a4cf2fe82)
- Image: https://i2c.seadn.io/ethereum/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756/6f7aacb8ad04f2d93b29d47e937b78/ed6f7aacb8ad04f2d93b29d47e937b78.jpeg?w=1000

## Description

Forest Poems: 1 / 100next poem »
Lost In The Forest... - Poem by Pablo Neruda

Autoplay next videoLost 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.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

Poem by  Pablo Neruda

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