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She lifts her head to the
Darkening sky, as her
Beautiful eyes begin to cry.
The gentle rain caresses

Her face, while her broken
Heart beats at an unsteady pace.
She waits for the healing of her pain to
Begin, as she listens to the whispering

Of the gentle blowing Wind.
All of her sadness is too much to bare,
As she sends her desperate prayers
Into the lingering air.

Her heart is truly shattered,
But no one can see,
As she waits beneath the weeping willow tree.

— The End —