She waited for the sundown, hopeful and eager, like the prayer waits for the answer;

Darkness descended like a cold embrace, and he failed to light up the night like she had wished for, what she had prayed for;

The night was long and cold, it was lonely and it was rude, she waited for the morning, not with any anticipation, but like the prayer waiting to be prayed again;

Her hopes dashed but her soul humbler than   before,
the sun gave rise to another day…

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