By Nurish Hardefty
She sits by the window, a soul torn in two,
Rain whispers secrets the heart once knew.
Tears trace paths down her weary face,
In silence, she mourns love’s empty embrace.
The city weeps with her in a soft, gray hue,
Each drop a mirror, reflecting what’s true.
Yet in her chest, a faint ember glows,
A quiet resolve the storm cannot close.
Her trembling hand wipes tears away,
As she whispers to herself, “I’ll find my way.”
For though the pain feels endless, deep,
Hope stirs gently where shadows sleep.
By the window, she learns to mend,
To be her own strength, her truest friend.
The rain may fall, the heart may ache,
But healing blooms in each step she’ll take.
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