Hers

Her dream was buried deep within,
Her soul cries out,
Her being longs.

Fueled by high hopes,
She never saw it coming,
The risk of it.

She was not aware,
How it would turn out,
She was not prepared,
She did not want to know.

Her dream was scattered,
As she looked up into the sky,
Like autumn leaves they were,
Falling onto the dead ground,

One
by
one.

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