Enchantresses Challenge – A Girl
Dusk falls
behold a girl
sitting on a woodland swing
shying from the world
behold a girl
sitting on a woodland swing
shying from the world
The forest whispers
an enchanted song
and this is the place
where the girl belongs
an enchanted song
and this is the place
where the girl belongs
Silent tears stumbled
joined by November rain
hidden by dark shadows
formed by pain
joined by November rain
hidden by dark shadows
formed by pain
Dawn now rises
behold the girl
swinging on a woodland swing
where she belongs in the world
behold the girl
swinging on a woodland swing
where she belongs in the world
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