Just like that ..
The little glimpse of happiness shattered like glass ..
It faded away like the ashes of a loved one ..
And the little one sat there ..
Under her Small bed..
broken ..
shedding hot tears ..
Waiting for Morning to come ...
As if the sun will bring back what has been lost in the middle of the night ..
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Thoughts Dust
PoetrySometimes the only way to go through something is by writing it down .. brain dump it into a blank paper or an empty canvas .. that is exactly what I do when I have no one to share my thoughts with .. or my thoughts are simply too strong, too scary...
