Who Was She?
My heart is yearning
My souls is stirring
And my skin is burning
Where has my flower gone?
The Ethereal being
That I keep seeing
But keeps fleeing
Whenever I drawn near.
The harder I try
The faster I fly
The more I die
As this being disappears
Like slipping sands
Running through my hands
In pale golden bands
As I grasp on far to tight
Now it’s gone
I must go on
Light not shone
On my little world anymore
Behind a blinking eye
I hide my inner sigh
And try not to cry
For my missing piece of puzzle
Oh goodbye
Sun lit sky
Fire so high
This must come to a close.
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