On a rainy, rugged July morning walks she
to embrace those raw depths of wilderness
For a lonely bosom is now untamed and free
in awe of scenes that words cannot express
As her fingers draw the curves far up above
where blue peaks rise to meet an open sky
And the horizon melts like a candle in love
Like replenishing a giant waterfall's battle cry
Mesmerized by the pristine amid green lair
swelling with roars of roaming spirits below
An eastern wind gently kisses her flowing hair
as if to kindle flames for a long forgotten beau
But in mischievous joy she continues to travel
Certain that many more mysteries shall unravel
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