Prompt-3

Over the hills, a woman roams,

With open hair and books she owns.

Held close to her chest, a cherished embrace,

A world of knowledge, a serene space.

In solitude, she finds her retreat,

Among nature's beauty, bittersweet.

Her steps light, as the wind whispers low,

Through meadows and valleys, she's free to go.

Her gaze calm, like the tranquil streams,

Reflecting dreams and untold schemes.

With each page turned, her spirit takes flight,

In the realm of words, her heart alights.

No loneliness, but a chosen solitude,

A sanctuary where her soul exudes.

She walks the path with grace and ease,

Embracing the serenity only she sees.

In her presence, a quiet strength resides,

A wisdom nurtured by the mountainsides.

The wind carries secrets she has known,

A gentle aura, like a twilight's tone.

For the lonely woman holds within,

A world of stories, where her dreams begin.

In her embrace of books and tranquil air,

She finds solace, knowing she's always there.

In this picturesque scene of peace and grace,

A solitary soul finds her rightful place.

With open hair and books held dear,

The lonely woman conquers all fear.