The world broke
her many times,
She stood up
every time.
She was a
fighter from
a soft heart.-
Carve the most beautiful of textures
Find me home, where it lies?
On top of a blooming violet,or a wilderness afar?
Lost in the midst of clouds,
or right under the northern star?
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I sat on the drenched grasses, kept staring at the moon till it was the time it departed.
The silent moments we passed facing eachother, exchanged the words that were never heard before.
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Escaped from the city full of chaos, following the sun till it was the time it departed.
And then rose the fireflies, lighting up the grasslands lost in frost. I flown with the winds that carried the scent of the wet roses.
The nights were cold but still felt so warm, challenging my audacity to its acme. And then rose the sun again, devouring the darkness in moments.
And there I was; finding myself lost yet feeling like I was home, for the first time.-
the truth of your words of grief folded in the excuses of happiness you tell me about.
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I have much stories to tell,
nore than the years you are gone.
I won't stay forever but,
all these memories will.
All the letters I sent,
decorated with the tears of
lonliness and smile of hope.
Are lost somewhere in the
corner of this selfish world.
I esperance I hold can define
what you meant to me
more than the words ever could.
I wish I could read all the
letters to you and could see
the expressions you'd make.
I hope you'll be back
I'll be waiting on the
dining table to hear your
stories, holding a cup of coffee.
The windows between us can't mackle
the love we hold, the promises we made.-
Maybe my romantic words for you will fade away but not the moments enriched with them.
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