All left is the image of your face
Don’t know how to miss you
Don’t want to miss you
Everyone leaves
Everyone hates
Everyone but themselves

The white rose on my knee
For someone I’ve never met…
Sadness in beauty
Sadness in pain
All I needed to say
Can never be said
Love in life
What is there in death?

All left now is me
But time flies
Softens the wounds, the pain
I never wished it
Never wanted it
Everything dies…

(Arifa Isabel - September 2005)

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