Followed, Following

Yes, we all have been sad,

to the extent of sadness.


It is a supposed adjective,

till we take her as friend.


She lifts us away,

than up.

She reaches to the fires,

just like the waters;

submerged.


It is us who held her hands.

It is us who knew her heart.

And it is us,

who kept seeing from her eyes.


We cry together.

We pray together.

We run together.


She follows us.

We are followed.


Question is:

are we one of her many followers,

too?

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