Pseudo light

The clouds steadily plaster the shadows on her face as the sun
Calmly drifts away.
His name lingers in her hands pulling her weight down and her face,
Moves away from day-
Light,
She fails to find,
Asking the sun, ‘why so unkind’
Turns on the lamp,
A ray of light shines on-
But feels no soothe,
Withdrawn-
She knew,
No comfort will obtain from this pseudo light form. 

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