This breeze.
Like a kiss.
Left by you.
This veil.
Strange and pale.
Covers you.
Like snow.
Years ago.
We played with.
Words break.
There's a lake.
Filled with love.
Just us.
Two soft hearts.
Hand in hand.
I stand.
In a land.
Filled with grief.
Just me.
I'm a tree.
Split in half.
I bend,
As I blend
Into you.
Please stay
As a ray
Of my sun.
Please glow
In the flow
Of my rhymes.
Galina
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