The old lady was misunderstood as she cried As the sky looked down and smiled upon her They wanted her taken away, to a place she did not want to enter The last touch of her love Was a few years ago They were old indeed Still acting young Riding on their bikes Listening to the rain And taking those pictures that lingered in thier heads forever The rain was hard that day Pounding on the ground And she stood outside and let it hit her in a way that it was almost like God was touching her Her eyes saw the beauty She felt the mist as it touched her She felt her love again. She began to cry A very strong cry And it felt good It calmed her, and felt peace She never wanted that day to pass She never wanted to feel pain again For she knew if it did pass, she would die Those tears were true from those wise eyes They were real She was floating in a sea of solace As the currents rocked her When the people began to draw her away From her golden heaven She fell upon the ground, crying And spoke of a story when she and her husband made a painting together A painting of the ground, after it was rained upon They used the colors in a flowing manner Almost as if they were saying "I love you". They were making the magic of love in their painting Expressing the beauty in mysteries A few people stood there Shocked Terrified to realize They truely knew nothing about beauty And as they felt the ground Shudder upon their feet They walked awayBirth sign: Leo
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