LAdy in Black

Wind blew in every direction where it could reach,
Earth was carpeted with leaves so dried ,so dead ,so lifeless .
Trees were bend in grief ,
And sky was mourning, blending itself with gray.
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Wind howled disturbing the lifeless leaves on the ground,
The gray sky in mourn,
And a slender little beauty of alabaster in black.
Walking with grace,
Oblivious to her surrounding of hurt and grief !
Composed she looked ,her spine erect ,her body taut.
As struggling herself for courage and composure ,
To face the forthcoming inevitable.
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Her hands clutched her black skirt harder and harder with every step she took ,
Her knees and hands trembled and trembled ,every time she stepped on the ground,veiled with leaves ,mud and BLOOD.
Her head bowed she saw the ground fixedly ,
As if wanting to remember every step she took ,
As if wanting to remember every part of the ground she looked smeared with blood,
To remember it, for the number of breathes she still had to breath ,
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The more she walked through the quiet disaster around her in natures womb ,
The more she trembled ,and clutched her hands harder making her knuckles red .
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So complementary was her presence among the trees of winter,in black and gray,
Even the ground of red and brown could not disturb the feeling of black horror and mourn,weaved in exquisite beauty.
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Her shining large gray eyes ,proof of innocence ,took the sight before her,
The dullness of her eyes glistened with sheen of tears.
She blinked her eyes flapping the lush eyelashes casting shadows of youth on her alabaster skin ,more white now in winter cold ,and,in hurt and pain endured.
The more she blinked to clear her view from welling tears,the more her restraint broke,
And came rushing the diamond clear tears ,rolling down the soft alabaster cheeks,
Like precious little diamonds kept on white priceless velvet.
The tears rolled and rolled and rolled,
When they reached the perfect courageous squared jaw of her little face,
Her lush red lips trembled ,her hands shook, her knees went stiff,
She stopped, but never once did she bend ,
never once did she gave way to grief,
never once did she weep .
But neither did she wipe the thin stream of tears.
She stared the ground as if the beauty ,the destiny ,the ultimate life and death,
Was to watch the ground only ,and everything which existed and could have existed,
Did not have anything other than a mere presence of nothing more,
but of a tiny dust grain in air flying weightlessly in the beam of sunlight in summers.
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Some where from a cold tree branch a crow cawed,
Breaking the silence pregnated in air,
The wind swirled around the beauty ,swirling her black skirt,
Flying her silk ,red long hair,tangling them with each other.
Her hair flying like bird's wings in flight from a translucent throne of her flawless face,
She started walking like a queen of beauty,with pure handsomeness the wind swirled her skirt ,flew her hair.
She gave a picture of a fragile black rose Blooming on ash,with petals of stark white edges,
Floating in red wine of romance ,indulgence and vehemence.
As she took step after step the wind opposed her ,blowing against her ,advancing on her ,'as in battle'.
Placing as much obstacles as it can ,
Blowing harder and harsher than ever,
Slapping dried leaves with vengeance on her fragile being ,
Blinding her with negligent gray dust ,
And threatening her with horrifying smell and silent cries of dead.
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What a brazen body she was,
Her inner and outer with a willingness,
She didn't even flinch,
She didn't even stop ,
She boldly advanced step after step ,
And gave Me a picture of fragility and bravery ,
Brazenness and bleakness,
Threat and fright .
All embedded in beauty of winter and beauty of a young virgin untouched and pure of vicious world.
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She walked with eyes fixed ahead ,
Not blinking even once when dust agonized her eyes ,
Her red mane flew madly away from her face like a red flame stretching from her nape in angry silk leads,
She ungripped her skirt and marched boldly through wind inducing anger,
Her red lips composed,
Her brows unraised ,
She walked with might, which spoke of its origin from ancestral blood,
Ancestral blood on which she stepped now ,
With a feeling of longing ,grief and love so intense it shone from her eyes.
But not in her body ,fragile though but of a courage of an undefeatable knight.
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She marched with such courage it spoke of its threat ,
she resembled red fire on black ash as she walked through a storm of winter dead leaves and grey dust,
Her poise ,grace and brazen ,was a combination so rare in a beauty like hers,
Her,memory in my mind makes me think of a peculiar language of different accents ,
Which i never knew but still could understand ,As if a language of hearts .
She fills my memory as a ship in the middle of an ocean ,
drowning but it still floats with pride and strongly believes that it would seek its shore .
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She is still walking searching her answers in nature ,
Answers she wants of questions which nature made her to ask,
About her loneliness,her lost loved ones,her tears,her youth deprived of laughter.
She would walk until she reaches the LAKE of Vitrosity,
Where she would see her own reflection in the water ,
And then she would realize that she was never lonely at all there was always her GOD with her,
Her youth was never deprived of laughter because it was there in the air but she never wanted to listen,
Laughter is always there in nature if seen and sought with contentedness which she never did ,
She had never lost her loved ones they always lived in her heart and kept their hands on her shoulders,
She was always gifted with eyes of emotion ,heart of love and face of innocence,
Her beauty was her gift , which makes people to seek nature's and God's wills.
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She would someday find her answers and so will We.