On a dark and lonely night,
filled with rain and thunder
there in the deepness of the woods
lived a writer.
A writer who wrote,
about finding a poet.
A poet who could change
her thoughts in her poetry,
for she only wrote
of darkness and lonliness,
death and pain...
On a dark and lonely night,
filled with rain and thunder
there walking in the deepness of the woods
was a poet.
A poet who longed
for a reason,
a reason to smile.
For he only knew
what it was to feel pain.
The poet and the writer,
found each other and together,
they lived in the deepness of the woods
where they no longer,
felt emptiness or pain.
They found in each other
a chance to live happily,
but, most importantly,
the poet found
a reason to smile.
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