Somber and grey, the fog hovers;

At home in the valley’s bed yet

Out in the world alone.

The blue eyed wallflower is

More than a little socially awkward;

She stands around, pushing herself

In amongst the gregarious group;

The stalwart hills, amenable trees,

And gossipy brooks,

But never quite feels like part of the scene.


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