From the hill the sunset could be seen
Realizes the woods gave some blisters to the keen
The golden hour couldn’t have filled her more
It was worth the scene
Down fell, the rain
Swept away all her pain
Past swept the wind
Gave her soul a little swim
From the hill, the stars were illuminating
The questions unspoken, answers unknown
The way it seemed
Golden time it had been
Blues she got, the hour had healed
The woods got burned, she breathed the air of peace
The sunset captivating the soul
She had cleared the road
From the hill…
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