There, on the hill she stood
Watching the wildlife and
Inhaling the scent of summer flowers.
Admiring the beauty of the morning sun.
Watching the children run to and fro.
The gentle breeze swayed her gown from left to right.
She let the wind blow her sadness away.
The gentle breeze whispered
“ you don't have to do this”.
At that moment, she dropped the knife
And walked down the hill
Because at that moment,
the Countrygirl knew she was saved for a reason.
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Soul Voices
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