sania harris - SILENTLY SHE CRIES

She sat near the white roses
Petals fallen on her hair
Tied in golden locks
Agitated by the air

A pen in her hand
A note pad on her lap
Note pad filled with scribbles
Only it knew her secrets

She looked far away in a gaze
Her small mind in a dream
She craved him to return from the soil
To embrace her again

Her grief no one knew
To her it was nothing new
Her blue eyes wait to close
Slowly she mourns to breath

She eagerly waits to die
Only the paper hears her cry

sania harris

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