A woman, I had ever seen…

In the springs of affection
A woman, I had ever seen
Blooming into the fine woods
In her heart, lies the inscriptions
Of heavenly breeze,
the twilight and the mist
Neither the snow nor the summer winds
Shown it's leverage
A sickening ghost full of wrath
Towering the ceaseless pines
She ravaged,
ravaged into the heap of ashes
At the edge of the flowing river
Fills me with such deep void
To be known as the only heard

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