She sits
Alone
Sending off vibes
Of discontentment
Her eyes
Holding back
A liquid interpretation of every heartache
She’s ever encountered
Staring
At her reflection
A tear seeps out
Causing a ripple in her image
Only to make her realize
Time will heal
And the ripples in her life
Will become the serene images
They once were
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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