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77 FICTION : TEAR FILLED EYES



The eyes searched someone. The one she could run to at times of need. In someone’s lap, she would pour out all her troubles.

Nobody came.  She grew up, rimmed her eyes with kohl. But they could never hide her tears.

No one came when her soul was ripped apart. No one heard her cries. No one mourned her loss.

After  a while, she thought that tears were a part of the eyes.
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Richa said…
:)
she thought that tears were a part of the eyes.
*bows*
November 27, 2011 at 5:27 PM
Thousif Raza said…
very well written i loved... ita very beautiful.. the thoughts the writing... everything :)

Take care and keep writing.......
November 28, 2011 at 10:00 AM
♪♪Happy Go Lucky♪♪ said…
It almost brought tears to my eyes!
Beautiful :')
December 4, 2011 at 2:41 PM
Tereza said…
Another beautiful work!
January 7, 2012 at 9:36 PM
Tereza said…
This is one of my favorites ;)
January 7, 2012 at 10:24 PM
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