She found herself in sadness, returning to the past.
Those magic shivers were gone, even they could outlast.
Like an old canvas, painted with nuances of yellow
Was her soul, holding back her tears for her fellow.
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From time to time, she feels this love and she keeps her breath To revive the dream, to taste last kiss and her own death. He's still so deep down in her soul and she's still with him. love, soul, purity, desire, . prayer......... very nice poem dear Marieta......... thank you. tony