Her Sojourn In the Wild
Her sojourn in the wild
Her sojourn in the wild
Packed in her reverie
Doting the scent of love
Muffled up with old melodies and
Few muffins to eat
Those hushed leaves made most hissing
If ever one's heart could hear it
The breeze witnessed her traces
The dampen soil inscribes
She won't come home
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