Don't Cry

She wishes she could set fire to the night.

She wants to fight. Bring back the light.

She shouldn't have growned attached, she realizes.

The night disguises her desired prizes.

Once the attached object is removed,

It's been proved - it leaves a groove.

The night echoes her sighs, her cries.

She closes her eyes.

And lets her ears catch what's left of those words so wise.

 

Don't cry.

 

The End

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