A note (by a stuck writer on a low seat)

Sometimes,

A sudden gust of wind

Steals into corridors

Bringing the actor supreme.

Her untame mind

Follows her impulsive heart,

Leaving behind

Laughter,

That slowly dissolves

At her sudden exit

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