Her

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The reminiscence of the past

As she take a glimpse of the light

The pain that will last

For her dream can't fight.

Eyes staring back in the mirror

Of the closing windows

Reflection of the history's horror

That tears, fears, so dear flows

Her, with her hair white and gloom

Hands, fingers of existence cracked

Upon your stories doomed

Kept hidden, locked.

Her, vulnerable and thin

Smiling as if nothing

Eyebrows missing

Your paint of sorrow, foe and awe

Her, with her breath

Of lavender, daisies and sunflower

Touches my spine, ribs and bones

Whispering words of melancholy

Her, with her smell of life, love and light

Touches the silhouette of smiles, laughter and tears

Every second finding hope of inner strength

Closing fears, her stars faint.

Her, with her taste

Of choco, creamy coffee

Sitting, waiting in vain

Counting time will soon change.


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