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With skinned knees and cracked palms
I crawled toward you.
With my broken smile in my outstretched hand-
blood mixed with forgiveness.
I begged you to hurt me again.
Because the only way I knew how to feel,
was through the echo of my desperate pleas of "don't ever leave me“
outside my window
I see the setting sun wave me goodbye
It's salmon and scarlet hues
Sketch a beautiful sky
I see a silver balloon
Oh it's a shining moon
Like a young lissome lass
It rises up languidly from the horizon
To light up a sky
about to succumb to the dark
I blink once
And see a solitary star
I blink twice
And see countless stars
Flickering like fireflies
They adorn the world around me
Like a garland of glittering fairy lights
I smell the sweet delicate scent of lilacs and magnolias
The wind wears their perfume
And giggles and tickles across my skin
The moonlight plays with starlight
Upon a velvet stage
leaving me mesmerized
Outside my window at night
Nature becomes paradise
A beauty is being weaved
With such an artistry
It'll leave you spellbound
Remember that old uphill trail
We used to meander along
With matching footsteps
Under the sunlit canopy of leaves
Carving words for each other
On the bark of aged trees
Who may have known
what would become of us
But nevertheless smiled
acted as a blank canvas instead
And watched the moments
Filled with playful laughter
Peachy smiles
Lingering gaze
Warm caress
Unfold lazily between us
The winds of time
May have blown us miles apart
Our footprints may have long eroded
That sunlit canopy may have withered
And we may walk that trail
Only in our dreams
But those words are yet to fade
they were the voice of our soul
Etched into the lap of nature
And as I run my fingers along its rugged edges
I reminisce about you
And hope that wherever you are
You are thinking about me too
The piano played a beautiful tune for her,
But she couldn't hear it.

The brushes coloured an empty canvas for her,
But she couldn't see it.

The bees made delicious honey for her,
But she couldn't taste it.

The flowers scented heavenly for her,
But she couldn't smell it.

The birds made a soft dress with their feathers for her,
But she couldn't feel it.

How could she?
When the world tortured her,
Till she was dead inside.

— The End —