That changes the light so bright that her skin is perfectly clear.
This moment doesn't need a story,
it's intensely understood by any caring person.
It is these moments we retrieve our own stories, in sadness
I have to let her go, the tear are not hers but mine now.
I live this moment.
A clear bright sky, perfect shades of blue with just a single cloud.
Nature shaped, without identity.
Celo sounds while her long hair waves in the warm wind.
Sweet smells surround is.
I do love her smile, but I also know it is not one with happiness.
Her eyes open slowly while she turns to me.
Beauty will never be defined but it can't get any closer to this.
Her hand reaches and I know it will be warm when I touch her.
But she is to far, slowly moving away, helpless.
There is nothing I can do but to enjoy the moment,
and accept it is all over.
She fades and reality comes back.
The high voices stay.
The tears are mine, completely.
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In sad stories she grieves,
a past without joy.
a youth without love.
Sadness hides behind strong shining eyes.
For her there is only one challenge,
the survival of the past.
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