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She lived a life of colors
The dark oak tree,
The evergreen grass,
The auburn autumn leaves
She lurked beneath shadows
To blend with what's there,
To hide from the eyes so swift,
To live in solitude with no mere peer
She roamed the forest in rapture
Nevertheless of danger,
Nevertheless of the dark,
Nevertheless of loneliness
She closed her eyes and breathed,
Recalled her crawls and strolls,
While wearing the colors she's worn
On the days she went in scorn
She lived a life of fullness
Now lying still for the end,
Now looking back on friends,
Yet happy for what she's been
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
