Happy
O a lonely girl she was,
and sad her hidden hues
betrothed in a deep wilderness,
where the birds are quiet with tears,
nor a passing soul to touch,
that density of hers;
Her nose always in the sadness
of bleeding-reds,
King-Rose, and him ----
haunting in her shadow,
but bitter sweet....
To await his nevermore-return,
betrothed in a deep wilderness,
She would venture beyond her wood
and bury herself with weeping petals ----
hide her despair from the eyes of the world:
she would try to be
Happy
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