Testo Apex Farmer

You must have thought that I made it all up But you don't understand It's times like these that I think of her A breezy essence floats on my memory Coming and fading like the fleeting smiles Blissful wonder and serenity A mirror for my self-preservation Playground of my rambling search But now that she is gone I see the echo of her in the eyes of others And a deep breath escapes my lips At the distance between sisters and brothers