She lost her herself on the tress

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

By: Christy Ann Martine

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