She sat silently
In the crowded city bus
Hands neatly folded
On her sunny yellow dress
A placid, distant stare
Locked in her weary eyes
Hiding sadness
And despair
With a daisy in her hair
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I really like the descriptive tones of your verse. You have penned the sensitive fragility of loneliness beautifully...10