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.