𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀.

I

The black and white flat checkered floor,
the scent, the simplicity of your fragrance.

The details like the glass goblets
that reflect your elegance, love and happiness
with which you did things.
Your face with a big bright smile
when you receive me,
the pictures and paintings on the wall
that I always felt that they saw beyond everything in that great elegant house.

I imagined you dancing and enjoying life
with that big bright smile,
yet the time takes its part
and as soon as you were too ill to dance.

-Mel

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