Unturned

There’s a girl bidding goodbye who loved sunset more than sunrise, and the green hills where she could climb and roar loud.

Large long colourful fields she could run after butterflies

Blue serene lake shores where she could soothe her burn feet

She is leaving the grounds of hopes and ice flakes

to dive into the river of unfinished dreams and untouched roads

Now as she leaves- the autumn leaves unturned here,

She walks forth; letting the turn blue behind her…šŸ’«

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