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A Glimpse of Green

Pagan
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In shadows deep, where sorrows weave, a heart in turmoil finds no reprieve.
Anxiety whispers, depression roars, a soul adrift on tempest shores.
In twilight's haze, the green leaf calls, a balm for wounds, where darkness falls.
With tender touch and fragrant sigh, the mind takes flight, the spirits rise.
In clouds of smoke, the pain grows faint, a world transformed without constraint.
Laughter blooms where silence dwelled, a heart released, once sorrow-held.
Yet fleeting is this verdant grace, a moment's peace in life's harsh race.
But in that time, a light does shine, a glimpse of hope, a spark divine.
For in the green, a refuge found, where heavy hearts can feel unbound.
A whispered promise, soft and sweet, that one day soon, their peace they'll meet.

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