Her

Her

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Summary

You suddenly remembered the woman who got away. As a writer what will you do? The answer is very simple: write.
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Summary

You suddenly remembered the woman who got away. As a writer what will you do? The answer is very simple: write.

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Submitted: April 24, 2017

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Submitted: April 24, 2017

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She plays like it's spring

And all the flowers will bloom

She plays like a storm

And even the hurricane will find its shelter

 

She made this mellow story pouring with ease from her heart

And I know that all who'll listen will smile

Splashed with the colors of the wind

She is a canary that shies away from her melodies

Willows and bamboos can never dance as gracefully

Art-kissed is her soul, a butterfly was she

 

She paints the world with colors of her own

Never has she judged; always she was loved

Angry as she may be still ;  she made way

For her heart is golden ; not a taint of grey

 

She sings to the universe with the melodies of sanity

Amidst chaos of the mind she is peace, serene

A lullaby that puts even demons to sleep

A melody that puts rest to hearts that weep

 

She moves with the grace of the clouds

Awe-inspiring was she, pure and bold

A reflection of the soul was she

Always glad; always free

 

Her heart is her paint, the world, her canvass

Her soul is her song, her bias

Rhythm lives within her body and never without grace 

Blessed I am to have known her, none could take her place

 

She was a friend, a sister, my beloved

And she was a part of my world

For that I personally want to give my gratitude

Reminding me that in this world, I once loved her perpetually


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