She sits and stares and nobody there
Is the feel that she gets
Coming in on the air
From the muster of whispers
Who cluster around
And she sits like a stone on the ground
But she gathers up her trinkets
Sets each one in its place
And each one has a meaning
Never written on her face
She knows it without knowing
They reveal her full inside
She shows it without showing
There for anyone to find
She sits and stares and nobody there
That’s what they all say
Crowding round unaware
But her trinkets are standing
They point to her soul
One day they will show that she’s whole
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