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She strolled through the wilderness,
the grass grazing against her knee.
It hurt, but she continued expressionless
Because she had been set free
She was a passionate Nemophilist
who suffered from Kalopsia.
She saw the trees that were slightly alist
and the brightly colored dahlias
She loved the smell of petrichor
that the earth was now emitting
She was here to forget all the gore
and the blood her people were spilling
She loved the small puddles, dotted around
and the way those colorful leaves were blowing
She looked for a dry spot and sat down
and waited for the orange sun to start setting.
Some definitions :D
Nemophilist: One who loves forests and their beauty and solitude.
Kalopsia: Disease of seeing things more beautiful than they are
Petrichor: Smell of earth after rain
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Life & Its Trials
PoetryAll these poems are made by me, with some inspiration and quotes from the internet. These are all a mix of imagination and reality, but they reflect life and all its trials - Death, Love, and so on. I hope you enjoy. Cover Art by: Hannerbvn
