She walks on the same road we do,
Daybreak soaks all in the same rays,
She too got scars and scorch marks,
It's the same blithe autumn leaves
that finds its way to her lap,
She is just another lady, moon is envious of.
But,
She eyes life in a different way.
If you failed to fathom the scattered smiles,
If you missed the whiff of broken bliss,
You could always be sure,
Someone was there, relishing, everything.
And, it's her.
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