Solitarity

She was beautiful
As beautiful as the sea,
As beautiful as the son,
More beautiful than the ray of sunshine
Which were falling down.

And yet she stood there,
Solitary and alone,
Crying without tears.

Author's note: I do not own this poem, it was made by a very good friend of mine. So the credit goes to her.

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