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Farewell, My Love...

I'm standing at the window, Yesterday you died.
The late evening sky has weird colors.
Are you out there - somewhere -
close by, or very far?

Deep violet black clouds...Can I reach you?
In me, you are alive:
I named you "sparkling water", a fighter, too.
But now concede, you were tired,
seen by others but last by me.

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