Under the whimpering edges of a once existing meadow, the flourish of a comatose season breathed its way through the somber expectations that her lonesome mind diurnally sifted through,
A downwardly expression encompassed an almond-shaped visage, and came to expose a desolated expression,
Possessed by the shamanistic properties of a blossoming culture of flora and fauna, she could only feel but immersed into a hypnotic notion, that an enchanted instant as such would only depart so quickly,
Abjuring all capacity to change the environment, besieging a peaceful soul, relinquishing all aspirations and being submerged in a pool of a once controlled subconscious, and now, unhurriedly being engulfed into haze of absentmindedness,
A common element of knowledge shared by all organic individuals is that no person could attempt to abrogate the laws of nature, the dictum by which time flows, those that even the quaintest, most microscopic could not elude nor circumvent,
Existing in an aura of tranquility whilst openly interacting with the purest magic of our living, requires feelings and emotions characterized by abstinence,
Only those expressing restraint, and leading abstemious lives could maintain such a quintessential equilibrium. So sad, that this would amount to none now like always.
Yet, there she lay, resting, thought upon thought, pondering over unanswered questions and deemed herself favored,
Winter would soon be forth but she had been charmed to prevail hand-in-hand with nature through yet another preternatural rotation.
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