Silence that covered her was grave

her words were never understood,

there was no guarantee for her silence.

It was just another rainy season

with disorganized chords playing in her head

the tears run down her face like running erosion

Rage filled her eyes like a fire.

rhythmically her heart beat

like drums from the Far East

the sweet melodies she wince heard return to her head.

the strums of the guitar,

the whispers of the flute,

the smoothness of his voice,

the smoothness of his fingers against the guitar

nothing ever felt as sweet as him laying besides her,

being the love of her life, nothing ever made better sense.

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