march holds no diary for shadows

she stepped amongst the greenest blades

sun pounding on her youthful skin, eyes closed,

finding grace in the warmth which embraces heavy hearts

love

the sun brings healing to those who seek life, expelling diamond beads of anguish

gravity softly weighs down and they tumble gently off her forehead

crashing into the grassy forest below, comforting aching bones

march holds no diary for the shadow cast to those who stand tall

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