Passacaglia

A slowly dripping sound of crashing waves,
a viscous laughter of a love just lost –
how memorable they were,
her feet that sing and smile that dances,
how memorable they were,
her eyes that soothe and voice that sparkles,
how memorable they were.

Pasar una calle. Only a walk down the street.

A loudly fading sound of waterfalls,
a viscous laughter of a love long lost –
how memorable they still are,
her hug that intrigues and beauty that warms,
how memorable they still are,
her stories that calm and tears that hurt,
how memorable they still are.

Pasar una calle. The last walk down the street.

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