Lady Bliss #3 – Poem

Strangers, they find their way

Through the village of dismay

Their presence, evermore demanding

Uplifting the villagers

Their own hardship they garner

But once strangers went away

They were sorely missed

For their own hardships they are reminded

By lady bliss

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