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I saw her leave in her flowery dress,
a summer whisper, a song of love.
The wind caressed her laughter, her walk,
but behind that beauty, a shadow of regret.
Her heart, wrapped in old rags,
kept the echoes of dreams and mirrors.
Tears fell, one by one, on his skin,
like raindrops that time makes anew.
I watched her go, and in her walk she became fog,
an echo of flowers, a shadow that breaks.
But in her departure, there is a ray of sunshine,
a whisper of hope that embraces her heart.
I saw her leave, and although her absence burns me,
in every flower that is born, it becomes a poem.
I will remember her laughter, her veil of colours,
and in the dance of the wind, loves will be reborn.
