A completely aesthetic and naturalistic poem.
Between quiet murmurs and rustles in the night,
a shining moon blooms as a lonely winter rose.
Secretly following the soft paths of a wanderer,
as she gives life to listen through the air,
of sweet harmonies and beautiful poetry.
She can never leave the sky,
for her breath in the breeze in the forest,
the light in the mountains,
the sacred love of every season.
Her spirit thrives as a bright garden,
growing one flower at a time.
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