drops of silver streak her face in the moonlight she stands with grace through the window I watch the scene by her candle like a dream how long has it been she doesn't know but her heart is steady now her breathing slow everchanging, never changing all her life rearranging everything another scene the glass is broken the light is gone I can't see her has she flown where is the candle it was blown by the wind from the window or from within silver drops streak her face and in the moonlight she falls with graceBirth sign: Leo
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