They shivered a little more,
As they saw her leaving.
The subtle droop unnoticed,
As the colors faded away.
They waited for her,
On that doorstep.
Weary and drenched,
Drowned in dismay.
They were his words,
She couldn't hear.
They were her silence,
He didn't understand.
Language of withered flowers,
A bouquet of lost dreams.
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