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Tell me, how did you see me, with my eyes and with my lips? The jewellery hanging on my lobes, like cherry blossoms in spring.
Or did I remind you of sunflowers with my smile that brightened the world? The sparkles that glowed on my skin and my neck heavy with pearls.
Did my dress remind you of forget me nots that tinted the sky in cloudless blue? For that's how vast my love was for you and the stars did tell that too.
My rosy cheeks might ring a bell of red roses in the fields? But its thorns reminded me of my scars that never healed.
Maybe my pain was finding the bouquet of daisies in the trash. The handpicked ones from the meadows next door that you promised you'd keep it last.
It could be the ones that you dropped past me now withered, deep in the soil. The hyacinths, I remember of violet and pink, on my grave, twenty long years ago.
