I still remember her,
as a little girl who overwaters the plants
because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.
She was like the moon-
a part of her was always hidden away
Then there comes a man from other shore of the ocean, far away
bought the colours from the nautical twilight
where the world had left her gray every night
with him she was a chrysalis
dreaming to be freeÂ
to find the colour of her wings
with him she felt the effects of spring
in dry autumn
described as freshly bloomed flowers
she was lost in the woods
exploring like a swain
there started a soothing rain
and the shy peacock dancedÂ
like no one is watching her
the wind started teasing herÂ
danced upon her cheeksÂ
her mind was playing tricks
she felt a sweet kiss on her forehead and faced upwards
admiring the wonderful array of colours
the sound of water crashing on the rocks
her feet being being caressed by the cold water
the wind that made her hair strands shatter
the water pearls placed gentle kisses on her skin
the blow of cold wind made every flowers face herÂ
like they’re dreaming the love story of her
something was definitely different this time
maybe she found the dove
maybe she’s in love
Counting the clouds,Â
walking by the woods
with no clocks and no shoes
she walked towards the awaiting man of her dreams on
 the eve of that glorious wednessday
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