A little girl that runs through
the forest following willow-the-wisps
As she runs in further and deeper
she loses her way into the mists.
Blinded and lost she cries for help
out there no one could hear
she stops her cries as she remembers
that the wolves she has to fear.
She sat on the ground calm and firm
as she waited for the whisps to come around
"it's not the-wisps or the help you needed
my child, it is the will to reach" she hears
She hears the voice faintingly from afar
she follows to reach it, there she smells,
the yummy porridge coming from the window
the bright smiles she sees
, as her mother making it!
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