the adios sounds like freedom
cloistered sky of mine breathes fragrances
my feet on the floor dances to "thinking out loud"
the prisoner in me fled away
the air kissed my bruised cheeks
and i felt no betrayed in its touch
she is there, my past self with bouquets;
lavenders, roses and a sunflower tucked behind her right ear.
there she comes, hugged me like a mom,
like she never want to leave me again.



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