ELOQUENCE

And as she walks away
tears streaming down her face
she hopes to leave colors on her wake..

And as she walks away
tears streaming down her face
she prays that someone will follow her..
No one did. But she left her mark.
—A short poem I wrote while in a public transport queue

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vienna noreen

vienna is a highly caffeinated writer who aspires to make a difference through her words; if she's not writing, she's probably reading books and fangirling over Bangtan.

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