Reflection

She was on her way home, the nostalgic smell of the cab brings forth memories. The song on the radio echoing in her ears, her heart floating along its melody. And, her eyes were sparkling; ’twas reflection of the city lights onto the window, revealing her tears. – Anne Lacanaria

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