Lost…

Sweet eyes that remind me of a summer breeze                                                      

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 

no more.                         

                                                               

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