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I saw her that morning..

She was dancing again with her long red dress on..

She was beautiful like a red rose blossomed in a field of thorns..

I wanted to come closer by her..

Her shining beauty was attracting my eyes..

She was burning in my veins..

With her reddish face.. I saw a bit shyness and a wide grieve.. 

She was thirsty for drinking my tears..

I wanted to touch her body..

While she was passing by my dead soul..

I wanted to smell the rose that was tied on her hair..

She was moving her eyes far from my own..

But her heart was playing games with mine..

Her fragrance was piercing my senses..

She was moving her body, so that It could be at my sight..

She was approaching..

Approaching till I could grab her into my hands..

Then getting far so I could cry my tear away from her eyes.. 

She was still sad because of my departure..

She has been always fighting her tears with this dance at my grave..

She refused to believe that she could not see me any more.. 

But I still can see her from my place..

I can still smell her body and play with her long hair..

My soul has not left our home since I died...

But she was not able to hear my voice when I called her..

She was in pain..

She was in a deep pain that only me.. could understand it.. 

She is dancing again.. 

I am holding her body to my soul for one more dance.. 

We are happy.. 

We are very happy at this moment.. 

But she was in a real pain.. 

My story behind the picture's Challenge, By Luci.