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In the heart of the marsh, where the cypress trees stand tall, 

Lived a girl, with troubles, her life a bittersweet thrall. 

Raised in the shadows of reeds, in a world so serene, 

Yet beneath the calm waters, a tumultuous scene.


A childhood adorned with whispers of the wind, 

The marshland, her haven, where solace she'd find.

 But troubles, like mist, clung to her tender frame, 

A tempest of hardship, an unspoken name.


One fateful day, as the sun dipped low, 

Her family vanished, like the marsh's soft flow. 

Left alone in the silence, where once laughter had sung, 

A solitary note in a ballad left unsung.


Years passed by, like the river's slow meander, 

But hope flickered on, a fragile, steadfast ember. 

In the stillness, emerged a figure, a soul to share,

 A love born in the marsh, a whispered prayer.


Hand in hand, they danced through the cypress maze,

Love blooming like lotus in the marsh's embrace. 

But destiny's cruel jest, a bitter twist of fate, 

He left for distant shores, through the college gate.


She stood alone, as the marsh reasserted its sway,

A symphony of solitude, a melancholy ballet. 

His absence echoed in the rustle of the leaves, 

Love's refrain carried by the wind that grieves.


Yet, she learned to dance with shadows on her own,

Wove dreams from moonbeams, in the marsh's zone. 

The marsh became her confidante, her solace, her kin, 

In the stillness, she found strength within.


The years rolled on, like the river's constant flow,

She embraced the marsh, letting her spirit grow. 

No longer tethered to the chains of the past,

 She sculpted resilience that forever would last.


Through the twists of fate, and the turns of despair, 

She carved her path in the marsh's tender care.

 For life, like the marsh, is a tapestry of woes, 

Yet within its folds, the heart steadily glows.


In the quietude, where the cypress trees stand tall,

 A tale unfolded, of rise and of fall. 

For the girl of the marsh, found strength in the strife,

 A metamorphosis, a marshland symphony of life.


She hath burdensome life yet strived to live prosperous,

She was born to fight and live diligently.

Bravery and intelligence is her key to triumph,

Solace has  blossomed within her lovely heart.


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