Marble windowsill

A half crumpled leaf –
all lonely
blew to my glass window
from the utter darkness
of wet stormy night
and tried
settling her woes
sliding down
the marble windowsill

there was so much
painful bearance
beaming her countenance
pausing me a quest –
who took her life
that verdant night.

lightning strike the upper sky –
a tree shine in distance
nodding her bitterest say

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