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May 2014
Her eyes skirted off in to the distance
She was all too accustomed to this silence.
Her shadow followed her, maybe the only one
She picked at the ends of her dress and looked at the setting sun
Her eyes were anxious and her lips quivering
Her face pale, as she sat by the river, singing her song,
For no one to hear and no one to care.
Her voice echoed back, and for the first time,
She knew she was alone.

Her eyes were now fixed on the dancing flames, sending smoke upwards.
With every ounce of strength, her heart fought hard to break free.
In her head, it was chaos,
A chaos only her mind could comprehend.
She'd sit down to write and stare at the blank page
Always wanting her life to be made in to a book
But inside, she was a mess, always questioning,
How incomplete everything felt,
How she couldn't fill in the empty spaces.

And like the wisp of smoke spiraling up to the blue sky
*All hope she had, said a last goodbye...
Meenu Syriac
Written by
Meenu Syriac  India
(India)   
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   --- and Harkaran
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