Prologue: A poem

Hundred people in the room
My face holding all the gloom
Withered flowers was once a bloom
Aching, shaking misery loomed

Windows held brilliant views
Clocks ran as time went soon 
Faces held in smiles and hues
I lost music dancing to their tune

People, people all around
Nobody came to make a sound
I was from the other town
They whispered but all aloud

I was there but nobody could see
Standing by the wall was little me
Laugh and play, sway in the tree
Fly away soon, while in the breeze

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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