To him she's an angel reincarnated.
As she's lost in the symphony of life,
The music of her mind,
In the trance of her memories,
She's back in those times.
And here he is,
Watching, appreciating, worshiping.
Her presence to him is rejuvenating.
"She emits the light of the stars,
She's the moon that illuminates my dark world,
She's the sun that makes me alive"
So he sits there
Observing, contemplating, debating...
"Should I touch her,
Taint her soul with mine?"
As he loses himself in her beauty,
All of it too tempting.
Finally he reaches for the heavenly light,
And she disappears in the dark night.
Will he ever see her again?
Or was she an illusion, a horizon, or maybe the starlight?
"She was painfully divine...."
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JUST ANOTHER LIFE
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