The grass stood in shiver
as the virgin dew on it
numbed
the morning too
was in mourn
as yesterday had stloen
yet another great heart
the sun rose higher than usual
saluting
the fallen gem
trees swayed
with no whisper of wind
maybe they had a life of their own
and a kingdom too
and she was their ruler
as she had lived for them
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