goodbye

She came riding her windhorse from graceland, fire blowing backwards and shooting thunders from her eyes. She stopped, put her feet on the ground and that's when the hearth spoke to say she had arrived.

We met and we talked as sun-flakes kept falling from the sky; one of them touched my head and stayed. Then we walked the street and when we were to say goodbye, I touched her and became one.

She got on her bike again and head back west. Goodbye.