SHE…

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The days pass by and she stumbles by,
The rocky pathway and the flowery grassway.
With the ache within and the smile without,
She passes the day in and day out.

You’re my sunlight, heard she from the ones in plight,
You’re my calm, felt she from the ones in fright.
But, upon her searching for The Soul to soothe her,
All she came across was a misleading mindless murmur.

Is it but The End or Beginning,
Wondered she through the caterwauling.
But despite all the cacophony,
Joyous she stood greeting the tedious journey.