The maple leaf twirled in the wind,the twigs kept swirling in the pond,
Along the bankside awaits a lady in black
Almost withered like a dead daisy,
The hollows of her eyes were darker than her husband's grave,her skin drapped around her face like curtains on her wedding day
Those blue gloomy eyes longing for his sight but the day departed giving birth to the night where all her nightmares turns into reality,
Burdened with his memories she closes her eyes and meets him where they were promised eternity.
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