Travail III
The creatures of the hills took pity on her,
Nursed her fragile being back to health
Floral vines covered her naked skeleton
Thus, she bloomed in spring,
Turned green in summer, bare-brown in winter
The moon took pity on her –
Lent its milky white for her oblong face,
The solitary rose bush lent her the crimson lips
She refused to gaze upon the world
Covered her face in a shroud of grey cloud,
That stopped just above her vermilion,
Went up over her head,
Floated all the way to the ground.
She roamed the tiny world,
Clustered atop tall, spindly hills,
Doused in wordless misery
As the magnificent creatures of the hills
Joined in a fruitless effort to bring a smile,
To the most inconsolable face.
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