almost as fresh
as the youngest rose.
A young spirit that
spent a long time living
in absolute loneliness.
At first, she thought it was only a dream.
But it was, indeed, very real.
Could that be the beginning of a beautiful dream?
Or was that tender feeling nothing but
an illusion, destined to fade away?
There was no way to know it for certain,
as the young love is almost as ethereal
as a fresh drop of rain.