Sitting right at the center of the road..
As her sleeves wiped tears..
Soaking wet was her face getting cold.
Feets all tied up..
Though wanting to ride way..
Looked at the dazzled water puddle..
Trying to cuddle it’s way..
Falling apart were her memories..
Turbulent endless stories.
Heart broken..
Voices utter…
Drenched as wet paper..
Picking up which..
What remains is soggy tatter..
As she scolded..
Doesn’t matter..
Good thing that has ended..


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