Autumn
2003
She stands, she walks, and she’s alone
A hazy, silent, black figure in the background
Wind blows, leaves dance, her long, silky hair sways
Forlorn eyes unblinking on her melancholic face
She’s dying to be heard
She’s dying to be seen
She holds on to everything
But yet, she possesses nothing
She is just a solid space on Earth
Just perpetual pauses of time
She materializes and evanesces whenever she pleases
Almost like a passing breeze
Her soul has been used and discarded
Like tissues from their packets
But…
She hasn’t shed a tear
She knows she must go on
She knows she has to preserve her existence
And she understands that she has to do it,
Alone…
For she harbours an intricate, mysterious secret
Which will forever be
Untold
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