Stand alone


She stood before the window panes

Her looks conversed to the closed gate

The small house remained very lonely.

She glanced to the shining sun

Smiled at the gently moving leaves outside

Her grey eyes stared with hopes

Who comes to meet me in the evening

Her feather like hairs proved the distress

Sagged cheeks the growing weakness

But the sparks in eyes light the expectations


She turned with great sighs from inside

Calm and cold walls absorbed that air

Bread on the table freeze like her fingers

Touched a piece she forgets taste.


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