Waiting for Her

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Silence, loneliness, beauty
Filled around me
As I sat alone on a huge rock
On an aloof cliff
Oblivious to my presence
Climbing up the hill
Came a little girl
Beautiful, young.
Nevertheless Indifference in her brown eyes Expensively clad, with satin and lace Struggled up the rocky texture
In her high pink heels
Appeared like she had nothing
To worry, to ponder about
Contended she was in her life.
Yet she managed to reach the top
Put herself down, off she was gone
Down the cliff, silently
Even today, her actions mystify me
The reason, so strong, that made
Her take up the brave decision
To quit her short life.
One talk with her
May have changed her life
I wonder as I wait, alone on the huge rock
Everyday for her to come back
As beautiful as she had gone down...

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