Gliding through the sand, slowly loosing foothold.
I smiled, however thee respond not, the wish of thy gaze, the memory and story of gold.
How the sight of mine blurred, no longer have I hold the ability to keep thee close.
Nothing in act I could change, that was what thee chose.
Nothing within my grasp nor what was my sanity was to stop her.
The image of her soft gaze came passing by, as she played the game of wonder.
Ocean blue silk, gently cling onto her figure.
Cruel truly! How ye could have been though of slight, kinder!
Devild in its ugliest ye are!
Broken is what her heart, her thoughts constantly at war.
Hast thou no tears? Let them weep now or never more!
Bolladonna! Oh dear sweet blossom!
Ah! Thou I adored so, within my hands thee wilt.
True I loved you... True I did.
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