Why do we walk through the streets screaming yet no one hears us? Where is the truth when all begins only to end? Where is the love that we all need so much yet are affraid to believe?
A little girl sat and stared out at the falling leaves
She learned to hide her hurt
An old woman sat in her living room alone
Sipping a cold cup of tea
Smiling to herself
Yes it is all over...no more love
Yet, deep down she faced hope
Beyond the black and white
The monotone of life
There was a glorious sunrise
In her heart and she welcomed it
Only to be met with a sunset and twilight
The little girl still watched the leaves
She let the wind brush her cheek
In the melancholy gloom of autumn
She and the old woman
Both alike
Both endlessly spinning their webs
Both endlessly searching for a way out
from a labyrinth with no end
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