between the lines. has added a photo to the pool:
another outtake.
recent writings:
Tears glittered on her cheeks in the near dark
and a song no longer
weaved through her hair
nor sat like a cloak
around her shoulders;
All that remained was a sigh,
a wind in the grass.
She was spent
and all alone.
No one saw the glint on her cheeks,
no one heeded.
no one looked
for the hurt behind her eyes
and she was alone,
Silently
watering the earth
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