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Sand on the Seashore

Sitting on a park bench in the noon In a pensive mood with her mind in a swoon Like a grain of sand on the seashore Feeling trapped in a cage with no door A deep melancholy etched plainly on the face She was slumped in defeat staring at empty space Only a tiny moan escaped her quivering lips pale But those expressive eyes told many a tale Heaps of men and women who were passing by Scarcely glanced at her and walked away The whole world was moving on When she really needed a shoulder to cry upon As the colors of dusk heralded the night She steeled herself with all her might With long brisk strides she hurried forward And soon she was enveloped by the darkness ahead