Is there any escape?
Not in sight, she says.
Why not?
There is no light; nor darkness.
How is that possible?, heaved with a sigh of dispair.
A gust of wind blows back her hair from her tear-drowned face...
sticking to her lips, a tendril of faith drips down and lands in horror to the ground, sinking further, deeper and down.
Why does it have to be this way?, she curles her hands into a fist and shakes her head in a mourning fashion.
Life, my darling, is that of death.
There is no real meaning; no hidden truths, but brilliant lies and repetitive Prestiges that await your applause.
Like a rose, you could see that this girl was wilting.
Please tell me what you think
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Oh..yes I can see the girl is wilting and that girls is very sensitive to the pain ..that girl is very good poet to show that wilting..well done..thanks for sharing..
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