20th June,

●○•Springly  Sorrow•○●

~Beneath all the warmth she felt freezing cold. ~

          ~She knew that she never belonged here.~

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The scarp of parchment lead me to a forest.

Though there are a lot of lively acorns hung on the trees,

but the ones with scars of wisdom welcomed me.

The forest hums with life around me.

I twirled about, gazing up at the canopy,

searching for the words that sing sweetly.

The sun reaches through the crack of trees,

lighting the dirt path ahead of me.

Wildflowers and fallen tress crunch beneath my bare feet.

I trudge on, breathing the minty grass and damp earth.

A smell of timidness hover in the air.

Walking some distance, I saw a

brook stretched along the sight with twinkling waters.

I went down following the water.

The river was the orchestra of my mind,

Playing me enchanting symphony one after another.

The flowers dance to an unheard song, whispering to the wind.

It sheltered every kind of life from the

humble beetle to birds of enchanting colours.

I held up my hand to feel the cascading light on my face.

Desperately trying to feel the radiating warmth.

Should I feel guilty
That

I  can

never be a part
Of

This Art.

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