The unenthusiastic wind blows through her skin once again,
Bleak and pale
Swaying,
under the dark,
and starless
night.
Another gush of cold air encloses her
in that very
disrupting state
A moment...
of desolation
succumbed her,
Until,
Warmth electrifies her totally dispirited state.
Then,
She smiled,
Hope is on it way!
The withered will bloom,
live
and beat again,
at last!
And her song will play once again.
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