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Each day she would steal to the forest

Fold her hands in a silent prayer

Close her eyes, tilt her head up

And hope no one was listening there

The forest held all her secrets

Every day brought another to light

Sylvia’s past always haunted her

She came here, to makes things right

Silently whispering among fallen leaves

For autumn had come early, this time

Verses, only the knowing could hear

Her paradox, written in rhyme


June Writing Prompt – Syvlia’s secrets – Day 17/30

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