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Is It?

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Is it her soul which evaporates from her,
into a smoke, puff huff and it disappears?
Is it some magic trick performance that vanishes
into a smoke, puff huff and it relishes into nothing.

Is it a wish from a some dandelions from her hands
into a smoke, puff huff and they disappear?
Is it something burning some twigs holding
into smoke, puff and huff that fade away like a sphere of smoke?

Whatever it is in her hands, she holds the power and control
to erase, puff and huff and watch that steam go into the wind
and to perish and become distinct and embrace the new beginnings of her life.



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