Window

She sits gracefully by the window still
Looking at the skies turning day and night
An endless cycle of mirage warped colours
Wishing for the rainbow over the skies.

Her youth moved with the wind
Her pale fingers perched on the edge
Her body stumped on the wall
Her lifeless eyes stood still.

She could tell no more
What was night and day
She had given up hope
There was no rainbows.

She waits for the day she will be saved.

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Published:
5.8.08 / 7pm
Category:
Fine Works, Pain

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