The change is prominent.
In her stance she is tall like the steppes of hurt,
In her voice dripping with revolution as if the world will bow down at her command,
In her touch she grips with pride and no remorse, stating what is hers and what is mine
In her eyes she is the same,And that is the only part of her I will be able to retrieve for she will not return
The girl who convinced me there were stars in the day,
The girl who shaped her life by the clouds,
The girl whose moods changes by the colours of sunset
She has left without me,
She has woken from her everlasting eternal dream,
She has left me by her bedside
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