The tired hands of the clock hung helplessly
Unable to restrain her
The embarrassed sun hid behind the eucalypti
And whispered her name
The word filtering through the leaves
Reaching me reminding me of her, tears and dried flowers.
I was kneeling feeling the weight still on my shoulders
The wood had smelt of lavender and incense.
The birds were quiet as if their loss was greater than mine
I realised I had been praying,
Not quite knowing for what
The wind stirred me and I said Amen hurriedly.
As I left
A part of me stayed there, in exchange of a part of her...
The ruins still echo the enigma
Of loss and gain
Life and death
Me and her....
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