There she stood, atop the hill so high,
A familiar sight, as days drifted by.
For five long years, the spot unchanged,
A constant presence, emotions untamed.
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When first I beheld her, tears streamed down,
Her anguish evident, her sorrow profound.
And so it began, a daily routine,
She arrived faithfully, her stories unseen.
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With each passing day, she carried her tales,
Whispered to clouds, floating on gentle gales.
In laughter and tears, her heart did reveal,
A carefree spirit, emotions surreal.
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I, a silent spectator, concealed from afar,
Enthralled by her presence, a silent memoir.
Too timid to speak, content with my role,
I savored her narratives, a story untold.
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On her birthday, she appeared with grace,
A basket of bread, a delicate embrace.
Donned in a gown of midnight blue,
Silver threads woven, a sight to imbue.
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Her countenance exquisite, dark braid entwined,
Golden eyes gleaming, a beauty enshrined.
What drew her here, I pondered in thought,
The allure of this place, a secret she sought.
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In silence, she sat, lost in contemplation,
Gazing at the forest, seeking liberation.
Her somber visage stirred a longing within,
To vanquish her troubles, her solace to win.
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As the day waned, she bid her goodbye,
Unbeknownst to me, a farewell in her eye.
She left behind the basket, a note concealed,
“Thank you for everything,” her gratitude revealed.
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Much later I noticed, a name on that letter,
A fleeting connection, a memory to tether.
I sighed, perched upon the unchanging hill,
Contemplating the mysteries, time’s gentle thrill.
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For in that moment, I finally understood,
That though the surface seemed unaltered, it should.
The change was subtle, a transformation unseen,
A shift within myself, as if in a dream.
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She had stirred my heart, awakened my soul,
With her stories and presence, she made me whole.
And as I sat there, lost in thought profound,
I embraced the contemplation, the stillness all around.
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The hill remained the same, steadfast and true,
But within me, a world had unfolded, anew.
And so, I lingered there, in silent repose,
Absorbing the wisdom that the hill bestows.
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No need for endings grand or fates intertwined,
Sometimes, it’s the quiet moments that leave us refined.
So I remained, atop that timeless hill,
With a heart full of memories, content and still.