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Jun 2020
It was raining hard and patient
The doorknob clicked
The room was lit up
But it was heavy inside
The heaviness was surly
She heaved a sigh
With her light footsteps
She crossed the room
Her charcoal dark hair
Like waves of the ocean;
Dropped down through her frame
Her tired doe brown eyes
Covered by her curly lashes
Wandered through the windows
Her calloused fragile hands
Cold as ice and snow
Traced the windowsill
Clasped them in her heart
She was lonely
Alone in her midst
Alone in her pain
Alone in her memories.
This was my last piece since 2018. I haven’t written anything since then. It’s hard to loose my touch in writing.
Lulu Sarmiento
Written by
Lulu Sarmiento  24/F/Philippines
   Debra in Silence
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