I exude serenity, A pride within me that I dared not give up, Dared not freeze or mourn; And I’m still moving on.
I hear vaguely, A maiden’s melodious tune, Like Wordsworth’s Solitary Reaper, A song of ease and contentment; I smile, letting my hair, Dance with the wind; And murmur merrily, rhyming With my unknown friend; And I continue to move on.
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