I bled early
And now I shed so many tears
Like rain
The mystery of magical connections
I wish I‘d dance with you
Barefooted on a sandy beach or on a hilltop gazing at close sky
You bled early
And then you shed all of your breaths
Like gusts of winds
For unknown reasons
And an absurd spirit’s machinations
I wish we’d spoken more last time
Soul barren, looking further, close-up high
For Lucy D- we miss you
© Moutselou
