Dark Branches

Street lamps reflect on the window pane,
Brown eyes still not shut,
What did they see?
Time goes by so slowly as if they're tired,
All the past fragmentary thoughts,
Can I picture them back alive?
But things are come to stay,
Word is cut and dry,
Never mind.
She is ready to suffer,
Facing the up coming pain,
She kowns how to struggle.
Tassle skirt is fluttering by the summer wind,
The eternal heart teached her how to live on her own.