She wore perfume
that smelled of old paper books.
She lived in the pages of
the Grimm fairy tales.
If you look into her eyes
you will see that they
are deeper than a well,
but you'll never see someone
to draw water out of them.
It's long dried.
And she is no more.
Disappeared for years.
Our memories of her
are slowly fading away,
like a book read only once.
Yet, she made it.
She never allowed to be forgotten. We can still see her in the ink, in every book we read...