Sparkle and Reflective

Dull, boring and daze
Neglected by all
That widow in black
Seems barren and out
She has no hope
She's out of vision
She always mourn
Wants to be alone.

The ray of light
Strikes her in eyes
She wants to resist
But the sparkle wins
Her image in mirror
Becomes reflective
Her charmish grace
Is now visible
She opens the door
And walk in fields
The nature carress
The air kisses her
The earth supports
The rain hugs her.