Irked by the gloominess,
Beneath the subtle mess,
How down she's,
The heart still wanting,
To wander over the mountains,
Riverbeds are enshrining peace,
The sky turning down her blues,
A smile in the woods,
Captured by the green light,
Thy feet in fear,
As the rolling back comes,
She slows, yet moving
Back to the gloomy,
In a hope to blossom again.
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