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She was approaching towards the table,
About a week she had become labile.
Poured some water in a glass, she sighed,
Holding that by right hand, she sipped.
Then she wanted to place it back there,
Suddenly the glass slipped within a stare!
She tried to hold it, but she could not,
It fell on the floor and made her clot!
Fragile glass broke into so many pieces,
She was looking at the glass’ sharp edges.
Putting her right leg on it, she pounded,
Until she got her foot wounded, she rubbed!
Finally she saw blood marks on the floor,
She frowned and walked towards the door!
With every footstep blood came out drop wise,
She turned back and saw it by her eyes!
A smile came on her lip, then she start walking,
She didn’t care for the pain, she was feeling!
Standing in front of the window she opened,
And felt a hit on her face by a flaw of wind!
Opening her eyes, she should see the sky vast,
She didn’t want to remember again her past.
Her wounded footsteps couldn’t turn her back,
She’ll try to recover everything that was lack!