Under the dying colors of sunset
By the old road home
A crying child is heartbroken
Never more, the warmth of those embraces,
Nor the sweet scent of roses of Castile bouquet,
Her poor soul would find again
Those soft hands that combed her locks thousand times
And as divine incantation, banished her sorrows away
Will forever remained silent witnesses of their infinite love
Never more so beloved lips full of sage advice,
Of love and solace her lips will say
Only the faithful memory of magical moments
Will lay hidden in the mists of time keeping them safe
~NEM
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©2011 Madrigal
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