Gently the dew clings, the wave of sorrow passing
Gently she reaches outward brushing the mossy green through her fingers
Gently the crowning of the sun creeps through shredded ribbons of blue
Gently, cupping the sweetness of song she responds to the beauty of Creation
Gently her soul constricts wanting to speak life to the fabric stitched deeply within her heart
But gently she binds her pain, scarring her hands
Knowing one day, the sweetness of her existence will rock gently against the waves of life
Gently the song will be lifted to her Valley awash in her tears
Gently
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