My range of sight so dearly is
around your neck to do
you used my necklace
as a cloud
which has the body of.
And after that
the body of the girl
her body is.
Looking through my hands
so thick and full
light pearls
are floating by.
Bright and pure
some blue and white
when coming
there she goes.
I grow sad
because the rain
at night it never comes.
I once was she
she saw through me
and now she wears
each day and night
a gown
of pearls and clouds.
Not because
my center hurts
t'was turned from
fire to ice.
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