111

wherever her gaze fell
another altar would be found.

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110

the fearless discovered
that there was no shore—
she would always remain
fathomless
and without horizon.

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109

for some life became so overwhelming
that they resorted to pleas
which they mistakenly thought were left unheeded;
while the fortunate simply realised
that the sky was an answer in itself.

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108

unbounded
by the lines of existence,
she would always remain.

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107

before those who least expected it,
it was in her nature to swell
in the spaces between.

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106

each thing
was but the shadow
of her care.

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105

one could never tell
on which side of the fence
her garden stood.

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104

yielding,
she would achieve
the unachievable.

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103

when mute
the murmur of the leaves
would give voice
to the unspeakable.

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102

for those haunted
by the spectre of their tears
each sob was an unintended prayer,
which she would string upon a garland
of the most beautiful sorrow.

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