Chronicles of Czarelle

The fragrance of life
I could not smell
The cigarette smoke
is suffocating me,
burning my soul.

I existed,
Yet I did not live….

….until
You came into my life
and opened my eyes
once more.

You are the balm
that soothed my spirit,
cleansed my soul,
reawakened my entire being.

I saw
through your eyes
the freshness of mornings
and the magic night brings.

Through you
I lived
the beauty of life
loved its bittersweetness.

You made me feel…

… I have come home.

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