The sky is gloomy and the path muddy
But oh how much she missed it.
So what of the hills and heaps,
The city had stolen this girl’s heart.
The roads are jammed and the air heavy
But the speed of life just tangible.
So what of the sleep and slumbers
The town was only her temporary lover.
The winds are wailing and the floors wet
But the towers are trembling beauties.
So what of the rivers and the ravines
The marine essence was all she yearned.
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