so she was turned away to hide her face, her lips, her guilt among the trees
even their leaves, to haunt caves of the forest to feed her love on melancholy sorrow which sleepless turned her body to a shade first pale and wrinkled, then a sheet of air then bones which some say turned to thin-worn rocks and last her voice remained vanished in forest far from her usual walks on hills and valleys she's heard by all who call; her voice has life.
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This is soo beautifull!
so she was turned away
to hide her face, her lips, her guilt among the trees
even their leaves, to haunt caves of the forest
to feed her love on melancholy sorrow
which sleepless turned her body to a shade
first pale and wrinkled, then a sheet of air
then bones which some say turned to thin-worn rocks
and last her voice remained
vanished in forest
far from her usual walks on hills and valleys
she's heard by all who call;
her voice has life.
(sound+time= acoustic light)
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