She hovered upon the edge of reason,
Where souls have forgotten to dance,
To a place where shadows sadly weep,
And happiness hangs it´s head in shame,
Trudging upon pavements cracked & grey,
Beneath teardrops of embarrassed skies,
Into tunnels of regret, where even rats pray,
When turning the wide corner of darkness,
A stranger then smiled at her & said “hello”
And her sad world turned from grey to gold.
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