Lily of the Valley

In this distant place, 
no sound of you remains, 
morning grasses soft whisper
under my light feet, 
feeling of dew drops 
touching my skin 
I looked into the drop-ball
as if a mirror to another self,
it wasn`t me, but the Lily of
the valley fairy...
The sound of many bells,
repeating your name between
the leaves and flowers and wind.

:: n.nour 
:: 23.feb.014