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It was a clear day
Crystal clear
Sparkling light in a cloudless sky
Lines were etched on your familiar face
You said nothing and neither did I
What could be said?
Dark branches stretching against a blue sky
I looked at the trees, bare now and cruel
Nothing will change, how foolish to think it could
It’s too late now…

 

I traced your face with my fingers
You smiled.
It was a crystal clear day…

 

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