She stood there staring down the staircase,
Waiting for smile to step up her face..
Her open hair mixed with the place darkening,
With a little hope of a future shining..
Closely heard life play its music;
With heavy earphones on,
Thus hid her silent sobs with a smile;
Face upon...
To be continued......
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