And there she sat
A mouth-full-of-sorrow,
hung low;
At twilight a flower knows,
not she?
It is the time to fall gracefully?
There she sat,
Under the fluorescent light of blue
In her decent clothes
With an old tabloid in her hands
She flipped the pages
and fixed her eyes at the most trifling story
And when someone asked,
'How are you?'
'I am happy', She replied,
Looking away,
Blurring all the meaning between.
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Blurring all the meaning between....just the right line