She sloshed her feet
in the rains,
her tears, flew down with the drops from above,
she must show patience...
A while more, she said to herself,
the shadow will lift.
Before the answer came,
demanding her presence.
Slave to destiny?
Or enslaved to human choice?
Did she really want a lot more
than she deserved
for greed to be surfeit?
Last glance at two empty iron chairs,
set against the tide of time.
Last step off the platform,
everything blurred,
time crunched below the iron wheels,
blowing off the candle she had kept alight.
Things changed forever,
her hope that time will turn back,
fireflies will dance one chilly
monsoon night,
or mermaids will live to see the day,
four feet taking equal steps,
faded into nothingness,
blown away by the
windmills of time.
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