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| Melancholy Embrace |
An avalanche of memories—
songs, white lilies, yellow roses;
my friends and welcome guests.
They knock on my door
we sit around the table
we smoke, drink wine
and talk about you.
Your laughter,
the laughter of a woman-child,
a smile I adored, the eyes I kissed.
Lost in the moment I mumbled, 'I love you'.
You touched me with your words,
but we were so young, almost children.
Frightened, you ran — you never saw —
the sadness falling through my
eyes,
and one day, opening our door,
you left—so quietly and without a trace.
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