I would have liked to take your hands
to give you some more time
to keep you hear and not let you go.

I would have liked to be your mind
to give you joyful thoughts
and make you smile again.

I would have liked to be your heart
to make it fly again
scanning beats of love.

I would have liked to be your eyes
to teach you to look
so you can see the "still" much to see.

I would have liked to be your soul
to make you feel the life
and dispossess death.

But i could not...
because your soul was
already death.

Silvana Stremiz

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