I have found the child,
who was once lost on a moss.
Without any cost, with a cross.
Sadly sat under a lost tree.
Gazing at an albatross.
The only kind of Frost i know,
who ate some frosty sauce
in a frosted saucer.
before he got lost.
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have found the child, who was once lost on a moss. very good poem with clear heart and intent....10