HE

Did you look at her with the eyes of a lonely one?

She cried internally once or twice.

Strength oozed from her on a pseudo basis;

Indeed, she slept and awoke listening to the sounds.

In the end, the clock does not stop ticking;

And she does not stop thinking:

How different would it be?

If only HE understood.

CLEARS THROAT:

The picture of the flower was too fine, I had to put it:D…besides it is an emotional poem:).

Enjoy this weekend.

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