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SPARKLE AND REFLECTIVE

Dull, boring and daze
Neglected by all,
The widow in black
Seems barren and out;
She has no hope,
She's out of vision,
She always mourn,
Wants to be alone.

The ray of light
Strikes her in eyes,
She wants to resist
But the sparkle wins;
Her image in mirror
Becomes reflective,
Her charmish grace
Is now visible.

She opens the door
And walk in fields,
The nature caress,
The air kisses her,
The earth supports,
The rain hugs her;
She lost mortality
But got divinity.


# THE ATTACHED PHOTO IS NOT AUTHOR'S WORK