she ran her fingers through
the shimmering water
breaking the lake into
ripples, as if laughter;
she caught a glimpse of
the reflections flashed
making her long to say
what’s in her heart, unabashed;
she stood alone, waiting
by the tiny brook
to capture him in
what could be a last look;
she walked over to
the bench by the side
and calmly held her face
in her hands and she cried.
The152Girl 
Why cry da? Cry bad. No cry 🙂
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🙂 Yes, no cry. But She Cried, now what to do!
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Love the tears and the laughter!
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