She wanted to see the green leaves on the home-side tree all
throughout the year
Through all her life.
This has been her only source of strength
Her reflection.
At every daybreak
She would look out of her bedroom window
To restore the serenity of her conscience.
They were, satiating her desire,
All these decades,
Prior to
this.
She dashed to her old
friend, the bright green life bearers
When she awakened this morning
But the leaves had turned yellow
Sordid
Soiled
Devoid of
life
Her life
Destitute of everything she stood for...
And she knew it was time
Time for her perennial and
irremediable perdition!
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