There, amidst a clearing in the dark woods,
stood a maiden with her hair bound up tight
A paintbrush poised beside her bundled hands
In this land its a ubiquitous sight

An ideal place exists in forests
So still, where silence hides a tranquil place
No utter madness of the modern world
No new electric nor developed space

But what is this I still can hear
a sound with feeling draws me back
a topical solution found
Where once was only a small crack

So leave us, her and I alone
to guide silent inferences here
so glory may be sent to God
to leave majestic beauty near.

©2023 CBialczak

paintbrush https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/23/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-23rd-2023/
ideal https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/24/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-24th-2023/
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topical https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/24/fowc-with-fandango-topical/
madness, electric, silence https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/24/three-things-challenge-m218/
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