She led a silent revolution
With her tears.
Sitting alone in the sylvan gloom
Nature had failed
To give her joy.
The wind did not sigh
Nor were the birds twittering
The roaring water
sent quivers through her body.
She had forgotten
the buzzing world.
Sitting alone she choked her tears
reposing in this gloomy world
listening to her sobs
All alone
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