Cliff

She stands on the cliff,
dressed in white.
as the wind starts running shivers, She embraces herself,and
the rain begins to hide her tears.
.
she wonders about rain,
as it looks like her tears.
but yet she knows, she's fooled.
The rain isn't sour.
.
her breath is getting cold,
with every passing moment.
warmth is fading in her blood,
wondering whether she is alive or dead.
.
her eyes are closed,
and arms in fold.
A few steps further,
meets the dark valley,
a journey of lost and not of bold.
.
She is afraid to live,
She is scared of death.
As she stands alone,
No one around to put her faith.
.
Urge to live the past is strong,
She finds her future dark,
Present of her is painful,
Seems never ending and long.
.
As the gone time runs before,
She smiles for reason unknown.
Her face changes with time,
As the memories rhyme.
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Her cries are turning into whispers, Her heavy sighs.
The chill in the air,
Leaving her into shivers.
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She forwards her hand, Trying to feel the untouched,
Nothing is there she can feel, And nothing is there she can feel.
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She cannot be strong,and
She's tired of being weak.
That once stood beautyfull now stands bleak.
.
she moves ahead,
plunge into eternal darkness,
as she takes flight from the cliff,
only to reach among the dead.