As She stood outside,
the silence was deafening.
Nothing was quiet,
but no sound was made.
How she narrowed her eyes to the horizon,
her face,
guarded with shade.
As Her fingers twitched slightly,
a wind picked up pace.
Her hair whipped and rippled,
hitting her face.
The leaves started to rise,
as Her lips moved with grace.
When Her legs gave out,
so did the wind.
Nothing was quiet,
and Her life came to an end
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