Oh, how beautiful she was. Her skin; white as the feathers of a swan. Her hair got the waves of the oceans. Her eyes were darker than the night, yet had the sparkling lights of the stars. And got a smile brighter than the Sun. But her soul... Her soul was torn apart by sorrow, loneliness and pain. Her heart... That precious heart got broken into a million pieces by the time. By the time she tried to erase her past from her mind. But as she tried to forget, she just remembered more and more. And now, oh, how beautiful she is. As she's standingin the flames so gracefully, with tears in her eyes. Letting the raging fire burn her pain, her soul and her body to ashes. Such a beautiful way to end a beautiful woman's life.
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PoetryEbben a "könyvben" próza- és szabadversszerű, igazából besorolhatatlan irományaimat, és random jött "egysoros műveimet" fogom írni. Hogy miért? Mert miért is ne.^^ (Azért így zárójelben megjegyzem, jó messze vagyok egy pro költőtől. A verseim elég...
