Once We Were Lovers

When I reviewed her face I had not conscious who She was... I noticed with amazement that: Her enchanted birds they didn't fly anymore ... Her golden dreams, borrowed from moss They were... Her challenging claws no nails left ... Its pinnacle wings, heavy lead ... Her smile triumphant, wiped out... We said nothing, I said nothing, she nothing ... We were simply ... strangers ... We were not who we realized...!