The Lady with Tiny Sparks in Her Eyes

With her unique talent,

she bestowed upon words

their own distinct shape and texture.

Venturing into a new chapter of her life

with no predetermined plan.

As time went on,

the true essence and significance of these words

gradually revealed themselves.

This profound connection endured

until the very last moment,

enveloped in a palette

of subdued colours.

“I really like that,” I muttered to myself.

Her soul once again caught up with mine,

the same feeling, this time even more convenient for me.

Better responses, better results.

Clientele comprised millionaires

with thefts happening on every corner.

Surge of energy

like oranges bursting out of mouth.

“I really like that,” I whispered to myself once more.

She never averted her gaze

fully engrossed in examining every tiny detail,

meaning to help us both.

Once again,

the universe had opened up the gate.

There was an air of elegance and sophistication in the silence

accompanied by champagne, chocolate, and gruyere.

Never asked about the second chance

I had been granted before the sun set.

A malfunctioning car would never shatter her spirit.

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