She wrote her last poem on the balcony of Hollow stone

And Wind spread the words to Woods

In the heart of the oak, he gazed 'til a paper soft as silk,

carefully flew to his knee

Patient and submissive it waited for his act

Gentle fingers laid their touch for the gold-beige colored paper

As the dawn arose and the light glimmered the grass,

she fallen had left her fortress

Wind came as a sparrow towards the cliff, and sat by her side

He sang the spring 'til her eyes blinked

'Come', he said and flew close to her shoulder down to Woods

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