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Title: why is it(possibly a prelude) \| Submitted by: cmh502 \| Written by: Chris H \| Style: None

potions will tell or the mind will swell thoughts may dwell swirling into a moment of hell no matter how empty nor full of bliss buying your way out will only make you sick tired, the colors once were bright awake, i can sit and stare at the light drunk or tispy for an hour sinking back to grief like the quicksand which devours temporary weightloss in order to gain back more she stood alone reflecting on herself near the stained glass door unhappy with her stance restless as can be this young lady sat under her favorite elm tree and conducted poems of three later married with music a sweet symphony this girl sang alone harmony a struggle to hold perfecting her voice this lady grew old old like that tree which leaves that still the fall and dye in the summer tree bark that holds or in sharp causes splinters which prick and punture though glass which is stained she stood alone refracting the blame which was placed upon herself by future and past the lady grew older death approaching fast once remembering herself young striving for beauty and grace an old lady now, beauty had found it's place in nature she wondered back to the earth she would go the lady now soil so that these new trees may grow here once stood a girl with her head in the sky crawling on all fours struggling to get by she once wrote that song which she sang to you and me how she felt so alone carving her name deep, into that old elm tree and how she took walks with nature by her side and her book and a pen so that words may flow about nature and zen art and music still stood by her side when her friends soon grew older and had many things to hide sonnet for one a solo duet the young girl cried so the drying river was once again

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