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She walked out –

A tireless day –

Across the fields of endless dew.

Inviting green grew comfort.

The whisper of golden trees

Embraced desires deep held

And led

Her flowing footfalls far


Through grassy glade

And enfolding forest

By her held-hand

Determination led.

‘Come back, come back’

Called sad silent eyes,

But destination drew

Deep breaths of heavy promise.

‘Come back, come back’

Sighed broken silent eyes,

As cloaked a figure leads

Invisible, sightless.