She sits there in the darkness
Waiting for her husband's return
She feigns sleep, lest her mother chides her
Waiting for her father's return
She paces the floors looking at the clock on the wall
Waiting for her son's return
Out there under the moonlight
As the breeze blow
The leaves brush with each other
Whispering to each other of the man
Who lays on the ground
Devoid of life.
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