A broken song

Like the fallen russet leaves of autumn,
Her music stopped midway.
Like rain washing away sunshine,
Her dance left her footsteps.
Like waves crashing the sea bed,
Her song died a sudden death.
But she continued the hum the tune
During moments of loneliness.
Because to love and to be loved
Was better than to lose and have lost.

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