Strolling down to forested path, she breathes in fresh air laced with pine.
The crunching of her footsteps send the woodland critters scampering into the undergrowth.
The soft sun kisses her face,
leaving an iridescent glow on her cheeks.
She sends back a radiant smile as the light revives her soul,
long left in the dark from hardships withstood.
Dressed in black, she mourns the loss of who she was,
and celebrates who she is.
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Faces in a Crowd
PoetryA collection of short poems detailing glimpses into people's lives. Each poem is based off pictures that people submitted.
