YOUTH

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Her life was like a sea of constellations,   

Filled with memories.                         

Bitter and sweet,      

A true angel ,with wings.


She sat down down gazing at the stars,     

Hope extinguished from her eyes     

Like the flames of fate.  

Glass of tears,    

wine of blood.


It was mesmerising,          

Her beauty.   

Gone with the wind,  

In the blink of the eye.


Now the ball is lost,     

Fell down the waterfall of the sky.

The innocence of the heart,

Accompanied by the silence of silences.


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