Years ago she stands in the corner of
empty room in dress which was lightly mauve,
she smiled at me and I saw the tears
still the same beauty after all that years.
I gave her hand and smile back at her
suddenly I have tears too and all was blurred.
But i remember her, even if she's not here,
i will never forget, in her eyes, that fear.
I will always love her, for her bravery
and her wish, which was to be free.
In my heart - forever angel with wings broken,
and it's pitty, not all has been spoken.




