Lost in the colors,

Of yellow and green;

A picture, she paints,

Though sadly, the scene.

Shows her face,

Lost in thought, no smile;

As she sits among flowers,

And ponders awhile.

One can only imagine,

Where her mind has taken;

She, ever frail,

Forlorn and forsaken.

Hiding herself,

In the fog of the day;

Perhaps, in her heart,

Tis here, she will stay.

Safe from the wiles,

Far away from the rest;

Shrouded by the mist,

She’s no longer oppressed.

 

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