She lost herself in the trees,
Among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky
As stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew towards her light,
The river called her name at night.
She could not live an ordinary life
With the mysteries of the universe
Hidden in her eyes.
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Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.
