She sits on the wooden table
A cup sits in front of her
Filled with hot tea or coffee
She is a dreamer
A writer of fantasies
A producer of adventure
She can start a war
One man on this side
One man on that side
She is powerful
My life is different now
His life is different now
She is beautiful
No one tells
Everyone knows
Yet, she still sits on the wooden table
A cup still sits in front of her
I wonder, if this time,
She is drinking something different
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Submission Name: Faith
