There she stood,
With a tranquil yet enlightened face.
Her opal-colored bright eyes-
Were certain in probing something,
But could not focus on anything.
Is it her lost life she is seeking?
Or is it the path she delved?
Now slowly, the brightness in her eyes-
Began fading with the passage of time,
And her slender legs-
Wavered, taking steps backward.
Is she retreating from her present?
Or did she understand that-
There's no point in wasting her time?
Perhaps it's the reason...

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