Every morning she awake's
She sigh....and say to herself
"Here is yet another day"
Then, the tears Winkle down her inflamed chick's
Her hope's in a flurry
Her sun set; even, before it rise.
Each hour to her
Was a nightmare
And every of her thought, smell doom.
She furl at her front door
Ready to welcome the wost,
Her face inflamed with voilent
Blazing like a cannel coal
Heaped on anthracite;
Every one know her, as..
The proprietor of the face
That displace the fullest hue of gloom.
Neither at Dawn nor Noon
She had a beam of radiant on her
Gradually she wane...
As she decline and diminished-
Every trace of glory culminate into-
The rope, the tree behind the house,
And then!
She dangled and took her last..
BREATH.
As she never live to see the SUN set.
JAPH. T
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