A black rose drops from his hand. A tear falls from her face. The casket decorated in morbid flowers. The words carved in stone 1942-1948. The tears hit the cold dead grass. The sky turns from blue to grey,their hearts turn from red to black. The bright headlights connect with her body. She takes her last breath and cries. Her mother loosing all sence as she sees her daughter take her last and beautiful breath. The ground is flat the flowers begin to bloom the sky turns from grey to blue and they will always love you!
A little Miralce..Gone!
November 7, 2009