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Clouded were her thoughts,

shrouded were her visions,

vulnerable she was

and full of inhibitions,

waiting for that someone

to shed a spark  of light,

bring her back to brightness

from the shadows of the dark.

Waiting for that someone

to clear away the clouds,

waiting for that someone

to help her see clearly again,

waiting for that special one

to energize her soul

to open up her heart,

this was her simple goal,

was it too much to ask.

Is it too much too ask for

a special one  to walk in  to her life

someone who will make her feel

her life will be alright,

for in the gloom that has settled,

upon herself so grim,

she sits alone in shadows,

as the light burns low and dim.