Poetry

The Weeping Lady

She walks –

her pale image cloaked in grief

you can see it in her face.

Her eyes are filled with sadness –

wet from weeping.

She stares at the sky, the moon

a lit candle in a dark room.

She turns – her body floating

and glides away into the sorrowful night –

never to be seen again.

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