"whatever it is you're doingdon't stop"
she lies down, giving moment to recline on her faithful sorrow
tremendously
overtaken her
like a forceful shadow
eyes half open, staring under the awakened hour
joyful
no more
bitterness is screened upon her vacant face
deepened with every lonesome moment
love had forsaken her
or had she simply given up on
love?
Av Ayda
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