A white lily.
She lays now silently,
preparing for a new journey,
a new adventure.
She'll be setting her foot
to a new path, to the
Unknown.
She knows this, yet a
strange calmness surrounds
her today, made her peace
with the guide.
She didn’t ran or recoil,
nor panicked. Now,
she just waits for the dark
as a friend to the inevitable path,.
leaving something for everyone,
memories and memoirs to be
remembered. Moments spent, laughs and tears,
moments of silences, when the eyes talked
and lips were meaningless. Before leaving,
she left something for everybody but me.
For me, she left something else.
No smiles, tears, no silent nights.
Neither a moment of peace nor
regrets.
Respecting our differences, the vast outstretched
distances that can’t be covered, she
left me something else.
A white lily for me.
The last blossom of her life and that
was only for me.
A white lily for me.
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