(Effect by DeepArtEffects)
Behind the tangled bushes, hidden from the world,
Lonely weeds stand tall, their stories left unfurled.
Trees whisper secrets only to the wind,
While hedges stand as guardians, never to give in.
Leaves fall, swirling down in a mournful dance,
Stone steps lead nowhere, offering no escape from this trance.
A little forest, silent and still,
Holds the weight of loneliness, against its will.
Atop a distant hill, the sky stretches wide,
Bathed in the golden hue of an afternoon tide.
Sunshine paints the clouds with hues of gold,
But here in the shadows, the story remains untold.
Lonely whispers echo through the silent air,
A symphony of longing, a burden hard to bear.
For even in the beauty of nature's embrace,
Loneliness can linger, leaving an empty space.
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