Written by: Sarah Ansari
She waits for the flowers to bloom
each morning, hoping and praying for
some sort of change.
She waits for the colors to return
each evening, expecting things to be
different again.
She waits for the shadows to brighten
each night, caressing and lulling her
to sleep.
And she waits for this loneliness to
carry her away, far far away where
she can be free.
But her wait is a waste it seems
to me, for the flowers never blossomed,
the colors never came, the shadows scared her
evermore, and loneliness deepened still.
There seems no hope for her at all,
as she dwells in the dark, looking for a light,
a small ray of hope, but alas!
Darkness becomes her destiny.
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