Vision
My bleeding fingers touched the Tips of Her slender Fingers;
My tearful eyes looked inside Her green Eyes;
My trembling lips hesitantly kissed Her rosy Lips;
My fuzzy hair gently brushed against Her silky Hair;
My feeble arms embraced Her for the longest time possible;
But, at last, I had to say goodbye to Her picturesque
Apparition
In the sullen old mirror of a dressing table,
For I couldn't bid farewell to Her in reality.
2013-07-06
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