Prena Poetry

“i still remember the quietness in between our conversations, the long lonely eyes of yours and daisies on your dress. the scars under your sleeves; traumas of a burnt child that now masters the fire. i still remember how much of a magic you were, until the day you quietly ran away—tired of dancing over the coals left by the mothers before you. i will always remember you, the strength and the honor, the courage you had to finally walk away from the legacy”