Time waits for no one

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When I see her I think of rain free falling from the sky.
As she walks by the railing of destruction.
fire cascades behind her as she walks swiftly down the steps.
The way her hair moves like a energetic child.
The smell of her sweet fragrance you could smell from a mile away.
As her body turns to say goodbye with her hands, you could only imagine her soft touch.
When she opens her mouth to speak you can't wait to hear that sweet melody she calls a voice.
Suddenly you realize that you're hopelessly in love with her.
But she's gone and the time you had to tell her has ran out.

                                         The end
By:Felicity tiller
Date: 5/1/2015

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