serpentine way

she winds her way

down

meandering paths

spirit within

dreaming

beneath skies littered with lights

through forests that speak

with the clarity of sages

crackling leaves

streams as fresh

as midnight air

from hills

through towns

to drink at the bay

her winding way

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