She once was fire, a roaring flame,
With laughter loud and proud her name.
But now the wind has swept her song—
The world moves fast, it won’t wait long.
Her mirror shows a stranger’s face,
A map of years she can’t replace.
Each wrinkle carved by joy and pain—
A story told, then lost again.
She danced in rooms now gone to dust,
Loved fiercely, blindly, full of trust.
But memories fade like morning mist,
And time forgets the ones it kissed.
No one recalls her favorite tune,
The way she’d hum beneath the moon.
The photos fade, the letters yellow—
Time bleaches every vibrant hello.
She walks through crowds that never see,
A ghost of who she used to be.
Their busy eyes don’t catch her grace,
Just pass her by, erase her face.
She whispers truths no one will hear,
Speaks to a world that won’t come near.
Her name grows soft, her footsteps thin—
The world forgets where she has been.
Yet in her chest a heartbeat stays,
A flame defiant in the haze.
Though time may steal, and shadows rise,
She lived—she loved—and touched the skies.
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