In the looking glass

In the looking glass

She is alone.
moon beams stream
into the room.
At first there are only
the silehoutes
and then closer; the
dried tears
streaked her face
gaunt,sunken
cheeks,pale skin
fading dreams
slowly smiles,
a tear rolls down
would you?
be.....
would you be
there,
tomorrow moon beam?

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