This was not her call
She was not enthralled
Opaque windows, tinted bygones
On a road yonder
A wanderer in her heart she found
Barricades risen like blooming hail
Wishy -washy thoughts amidst them sail
Amidst the cries that laugh and hurl
Words hollow, blows unfurled
Tinsel town with intricate shadows
Names like tags on pages followed
This was not her call
She was not enthralled
Even on fingers they lasted not;
Numbers few, remained through life's cast
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