once upon by a peaceful creek
there stood a mighty malignant peak.
It chased the sun and winds away
it birthed every gloomy day.
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By that creek lived a belittled girl
That went by the curious name of Mel
She hoped for cooler sunny days
and prayed for brighter joyful rays.
•
...
but alas those days never came
so she chose to make them
and one day, went past the creek
to climb the peak of mayhem
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Upon ascent she realised
that the peak's great gloomy miles
were nothing less than muck
and nothing up
to a mountain's rock
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moving past this was daunting
but she wanted to try
so by searching she found her 'How'
and realised her 'Why'
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day by day the peak did stutter
to a smaller version of itself.
Mel slowly built a little village
and herself, was its little elf.
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and once upon by a peaceful creek
stood a graceful mighty tree.
that birthed cool for the village
and shade for each soul's resting.
•
This graceful tree became a sign
Of hope, both far and wide.
Planted by our gracious Mel
It stood: the Lost's to find.
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
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