The first sight

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The first sight

Gray skies high above
She was sitting without love

Feeling cold without care
The only moving thing was her hair

The tree stands toward the skies
She rests below with her cries

I step forward to see her Grace
Trying to read the words on her face

Watching her eyes caused me pain
But this pain never comes in vain

I lend my hand to dry her tear
And it feels something so dear

I see the birds so high above
Their songs sing the fable of love