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Feb 2013
I remember the  rainy summer days -
my feet caressing the clean stones,
each and every of the simple ways
of walking on the copper tones
of our sunsets.

The air was sweet and mild
and I was running freely, careless
my hair was flying wild
and I was wearing my mother's dress
Fluid soft silk - and orange tinted
with Japanese roses printed.

I kept on falling
for it was too long,
My skin was drowning
in the salty drops,
and life was growing
bold and strong

The road had little lakes,
I can see it clearly now -
my present gently breaks
in front of their muddy scent -
I feel these clothes too heavy,
These sunsets incandescent...

How I long to feel again
That innocence so dearly;  
To get off this villain train,
and run away from this mess

Wandering freely,  
Wearing my mother's dress.
Georgiana S
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Georgiana S  Romania
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