she didn't belong to this world, that's for sure. Nothing worldly could be that ethereal, nothing could be that distant. Yet...distant doesn't do her justice.
I meant to ask her,
how she was so aloof
yet lived life
with a passion so deep:
as deep as the ocean springs.
How she never smiled
yet brought chills
to our arms, with a quiet
peace and assurance,
the same way a mountain lake
overwhelms.
how she was a thunderstorm
and a rainbow
painted across the sky,
a sunset and sunrise,
how she was a rose
and a thorn,
daisies in tornado-winds,
dancing...just because.
I meant to ask her, before she flew: flew down the ledge and disappeared.
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