The sky was an unusual pink
On this wintry Thursday
The silent grey mist had abated
Leaving a lot to say
She sat by the window, pensive
Wondering at the sky
Her mind a jumble of emotions
Million 'what ifs' and a single 'why'
A milling world passed her window
Hundered sounds filled the crowd
But lost in her own thoughts
She found her inner silence loud
Need she try to unravel
Why this silence was so long ?
Or should she just let go
And emerge hard and strong
The pink sky confused her
Appealed to her inner soul
Just when she had accepted being half
The sky had her wishing to be whole....
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