Widow’s Love

There was a lonely widow………
Who always cries beside the well……..

She has a story, but there’s no one to tell………
Looking inside the well, her reflection mocked her (like a mirror)…

She have been brainwashed by her sadness……..
She always tries to look at the brighter path…….

Nevertheless, her little courage was her only happiness…..
“I will wake up one day” She always proclaim in tears…..

Life is like a leave, when it is stacked to the branch, it lives……
It dies when it falls and it automatically serves as manure……

She made tuneless sounds with her whimpering………
Her tears drop slowly and lonely making the floor slippery…..

Just one word “Death” Now, I am a Widow………
My poor soul weeps every night; I always wet my pillow…..

I always thought about tomorrow……….
Look through my window; I see the wind-blowing……
As the bitterness in my heart negatively glowing…….

Accidentally, I saw him, his stallion was amazing……
Clothed with fine linen………..

He smiles, he smiles………..
But his smile vanished as he saw my swollen eyes…….

He took me by the hand, I followed him………
He made me wipe my tears on his cloths, for he embraced me…

He took me with him; I turned, and locked my door….
Then, we drove off… where are we going? I don’t know

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