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The chair

She sits on chair by window frame

The light from street

Dismal,

Showed what remained of a broken smile

Now broken

My mind wonders back to yesterdays

In books I've read

Of hidden treasures

All mapped out

But for me it was always hidden

Her beauty

Deep and dark

All but light from street

Now she's in another world

Sad eyed

Wet with rain

Her hair falls on cheek

Pale

Trying to make her laugh you say something

She doesn't hear

Sometimes in my solitude

I talk of her

With friends

They reply

Leave her

She'll be OK

The leaves

Broken hearts

Dead fall on every greying pavement

People talk

Knowing no mystery

Nothing of nature

Again by window frame

I sit with my lady

Watching her sit

With remains of a broken smile.