Frame..

She sat near the window pane, her reflection staring from the void

Her face was plane, but her eyes vivid, of a drained life.


A slow breeze was caressing that long brown hairs,but

she was long lost in her day mares.


A bunch of dried roses fell out from her half clasped hands,

with an outburst, tears streamed down her face..


what more could her heart take, when letting the follies of life,

empty the barrel of, once cherished dreams!                

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