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A flower slipped from her fingers

With a sudden but gentle thud 

It landed safely on the ground.

Although it is difficult to move a step forward,

She walked further and further away,

Never looking back. 



A beautiful soul slipped from his grasp. 

It was once solid and tangible, 

A sweet sensation of inner happiness and peace. 

Now it has vapourised into air. 

He kept looking back, 

But she is gone forever.


~S.H.~