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The wind blows over the hill
The scent flows in the air
The Lillies at the top let out their fragrances
The joy they collected from the sun
It flows from the top to the bottom of the hill
Down to the houses of the peasants, bringing them the joy poverty took
But the fragrance flows right by
There is no appreciation for it
The lifeless bodies in the grasses
The village becomes a mass grave
Their sadness is over
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Posted: Jul 2022
About this poem:
It's not literal. Well, it is literal. I just had words that came to my mind, so the coordination may be shaky. Don't be sad. It actually comes from a happy place.

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Oceanzest
Really liked this especially the early lines applause
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