She short poem

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She waited it out as time passed by,
looking at the world from the corner of her eye.
They came and went like a passing tide,
as she stood there silently by the side.

Another rippled by her feet as she stood there unsure.
She barely had strength left to endure.
Should she jump in blindly or let another one go?
How and when would she for sure know?

Was it a dream or was this real life?
No one had prepared her for so much strife.
Into her cocoon she curled and slept,
at wiping out yesterday, she had become quite adept.

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Madhavi – I like the way you have been so sublime in your treatment and titled your subtext.



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