Melody of the wind

The warm summer wind blew lightly through my hair, played with the individual strands, made them dance to its melody. A few scattered drops dripped onto my face, mixed with my tears and ran down my cheeks. I looked up to the sky. Yes, even heaven cried. The drops collected on my lips. I tasted the salt that softened my lips. The cloud cover slowly darkened, letting no more warming rays touch my skin. A moment later the rain pelted hard against my face, which was now in the dark. I heard my name shouting from afar. I slowly turned around. She stopped a few meters in front of me. The rain had soaked her, her hair drooped limply, a few strands stuck to her face. Her chest rose and fell quickly, but with every second she looked at me, her breathing calmed. I looked at her closely, saw how the rain mixed with her tears and ran down her cheeks.She wanted to smile, but her smile died when she saw my shadow, my likeness, for the last time, before I opened up after the melody, freed from pain, no more suffering.


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07/11/06