Bright smile resounding of fun and adventure
Long black hair free as the wind
Dancing around the sycamore tree,
Lost in a world of your own.
Exhausted by the journey, you sat down
In the middle of the high way to heaven,
Your garment was white, as white as snow.
Don’t cry any more please!
The end is near, the wound won’t hurt any
more, and the blood will cease as your heart
stops….. It stopped, she is gone, she breaths