Her Window (poem)
The days pass by her window where she waits
The sun casts rainbows from the dew on ground
From answers which will never more be found
What mysteries a shadow there creates
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Her silent stares across the endless straits
Spring’s blossoms which were never meant to be
A haunting tide across some memory
The promises her faithful heart restates
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A world once grand to wishes relegates
She doesn’t see the stars which bless the night
Her very soul is searching for some light
With all else gone the dream she dawns are fate’s
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Until returns some meaning through hope’s gates
She sits beside her window where she waits